ain't nothing wrong in being a little curvey
and to equate one's ass, metaphorically, with a dump truck
to me,
is to say "yeah baby... i got me some love"
Originally posted by PastaNazi ain't nothing wrong in being a little curvey
and to equate one's ass, metaphorically, with a dump truck
to me,
is to say "yeah baby... i got me some love"
LOL!
OR, could mean I'm full of shit!
I got some junk in the trunk, let me bend over PUNK!
Hmmmm, bend over...perhaps...to get bent over one's knee...perhaps...perhaps...perhaps...to recieve a wee little SPANKIE!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I can dream myself
As a pile of clay
Laid at your feet
*With hope in my heart*
I'll feel your hands
Molding and shaping
Forming every toe
Creating my calves
Slipping up past my knees
Up to my thighs
Gently making creases
Tenderly touching up
Those private places
Massaging my backside
Sliding up my back and stomach
Resting on my hips
Sculpting and cupping my breasts
Easing over my shoulders
Caressing my arms
Separating each finger
A sensual lift of neck
Rounding my head and face
Meticulously carving my features
Pulling out my ears and hair
Opening my nose and mouth
And finally eyes to see
But I fear to see my reflection
Afraid I won't see me
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened And finally eyes to see
But I fear to see my reflection
Afraid I won't see me
and HUSH...
you've always been right there
you're fucking gorgeous and
be it construction or deconstruction
you're worth every expenditure of time and care and love
Originally posted by Being Enlightened STANDING AT THE EDGE
I HEAR A VOICE
IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU
I THINK I HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING
YOU SAID JUMP
SO I DID
i liked this one
"No, not that way, you yuppie scumbag...This way!" McCready grabs the guitar, whips it around his head like it was a woodchopper's axe and brings it crashing down in an explosion of splinter. "There, now you try it."
palli my sunshine - your radiance, your brilliance, your glimmering shimmering soul - you are a beauty to behold. no eye can help but see it. most importantly a true heart can't help but feel it.
Was the right kind of night
Right kind of light
Twilight
I wanted to flaot in the abyss
Water tickling palms and toes
Ears filling with that not so empty sound
Just thoughts
Entering, examining, accepting
Just a floating
Inhaling, individualizing, entrusting
Just being
Freeing, fleeing, beginning
But grounded
Heels slip sand, moss, slime
But comitted
Like wind ringing, mezmerizing chime
But ready
To take it to the end of time
So savour the sight
On a warm summer night
Flight
And goodness gracious that last bit has me thinking bloody Boney M!!!! "Night flight to Venus...Way out there in space..." Am I corny or what?
I couldn't figure out what to title this one BTW so, let's just call it untitiled.
Thanks for thinking of me!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Comments
Whoa! PastaNazi, you was busy while I was out!
Thanks! Maybe I'll even dump some junk in here later on.
LOL! Hey, my ass ain't that fat!
*tries to turn head around to view ass, ends up running in circles*
Phew! Now I's dizzy!
Although I can't see it, I'm sure it says "WIDE LOAD"!
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
and to equate one's ass, metaphorically, with a dump truck
to me,
is to say "yeah baby... i got me some love"
LOL!
OR, could mean I'm full of shit!
I got some junk in the trunk, let me bend over PUNK!
Hmmmm, bend over...perhaps...to get bent over one's knee...perhaps...perhaps...perhaps...to recieve a wee little SPANKIE!
s be like
gonna have ta
i be like
ain't 'gon fin' no resIStance here
bring it
As a pile of clay
Laid at your feet
*With hope in my heart*
I'll feel your hands
Molding and shaping
Forming every toe
Creating my calves
Slipping up past my knees
Up to my thighs
Gently making creases
Tenderly touching up
Those private places
Massaging my backside
Sliding up my back and stomach
Resting on my hips
Sculpting and cupping my breasts
Easing over my shoulders
Caressing my arms
Separating each finger
A sensual lift of neck
Rounding my head and face
Meticulously carving my features
Pulling out my ears and hair
Opening my nose and mouth
And finally eyes to see
But I fear to see my reflection
Afraid I won't see me
i hopes for you too
and HUSH...
you've always been right there
you're fucking gorgeous and
be it construction or deconstruction
you're worth every expenditure of time and care and love
beyond worth
deserve
perhaps it is you've not been seen as you stand?
a shame cuz yeah, you're right here, obvious.
{{{u}}}
i liked this one
BUMP
Right kind of light
Twilight
I wanted to flaot in the abyss
Water tickling palms and toes
Ears filling with that not so empty sound
Just thoughts
Entering, examining, accepting
Just a floating
Inhaling, individualizing, entrusting
Just being
Freeing, fleeing, beginning
But grounded
Heels slip sand, moss, slime
But comitted
Like wind ringing, mezmerizing chime
But ready
To take it to the end of time
So savour the sight
On a warm summer night
Flight
And goodness gracious that last bit has me thinking bloody Boney M!!!!
I couldn't figure out what to title this one BTW so, let's just call it untitiled.
Thanks for thinking of me!