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Snow fell gently to the ground and crunched below me feet
a pleasent change from howling wind and freezing bitter sleet
the distant glow that caught my eye a'high up on the hill
would shelter me and keep me warm and end the mountain chill
I slowly make my way across the frozen valley creek
and on towards the chalet nestled cosy at the peak
the silence of the still night air the steam of heavy breath
and mother natures ruthless law the fight for life and death
I near the door and welcome warmth and smell an open fire
my rule to offer honest work for food that I desire
a gentle knock I hold my breath outside the timber door
remove my gloves and cup my hands my feet are cold and sore
Quite footsteps from inside a voice politely speaks
a womans words with golden tones inquires what I seek
i answer her sincerely and tell her of my plight
of lodgings in return for toil a warm bed for the night
She grips the bolt and pulls it free and shifts the door ajar
and takes a peek out through the gap at whos come from afar
her stare is deep and hard as stone she looks into my soul
a moments silence so intense like treading on hot coals
Her glance shoots at the floor her eyes turn soft and warm
her deep brown eyes relax and smile a trust begins to form
she beckons me to enter and to rest and share a meal
and side before an open fire so coldness wounds may heal
She shuts the door behind me and I drop my leather pack
gently takes my oilskin coat and hangs it on a rack
she then invites me to a seat handcrafted from redwood
then from a woodstove pours me tea with cream so sweet and good
The table matches both the chairs it sings a homely song
she sits across and to my left her legs are smooth and long
our banter rolls quite freely as we speak of freedoms ways
my comfort grows her heart is warm her beauty never strays
She asks me if Id care to bathe and wash away the grit
I graciously accept with thanks and move from where I sit
she leads me to a candled room adorned with crystal stones
a fragrant smell a wooden tub and natural earthy tones
A copper kettle boils above the briquette heat below
she twists the tap of brass that squeeks and boiling water flows
she fetches salts and homemade soap and warms some folded towells
outside the wind blows fiercely cold a distant thunder growls
The smell of roasting game wafts through my tastebuds start to sing
invigorated by the bath and feeling like a king
she reappears and finds me bare my dignity intact
then fills a sponge with soap and suds and runs it down my back
She motions me to stand and watch the lather in her hands
and feel the magic of her hands he twitches then he stands
her tender strokes and long and slow she shines his rosy tip
then rinses off the slippery foam and takes me to her lip
she gazes to my hard grey eyes I look into her heart
she takes me down into her neck to practice womans art
moments later I arrive her smile of angels sin
he gushes out his milky seed she licks it off her chin
I towel her face and kiss her hard her hands against my cheeks
i dry myself and dress to feast my knees are still quite weak
a game bird feast washed down with wine we drink from wooden mugs
the only light the firey glow and two huge fur lined rugs
Our chemistry is strong and true we ride an equal wave
we speak of dreams of life and loves of passions which we crave
I stroke her face her skin is warm and firm against my hand
her eyes are glazed her lips are ripe a princess of the land
The wine flows like a river and we smoke a pipe for peace
her body language threatening a passionate release
the dancing flames create mystique as greybox timber pops
she stokes the fire I move in close and suddenly she stops
She turns to me our gazes meet I yearn this womans touch
words are spoken with her eyes her longing just as much
a padded armchair my retreat my lap becomes her chair
I reach for her and pull her close I cannot help but stare
I wrap my arms around her waist and slide her chest to mine
and smell her healthy long dark hair its bounce and brilliant shine
she lifts my chin to kiss my mouth her lips are warm and wet
the time is right to give this peach a night she wont forget
She nestles down between my feet and rubs my denim thighs
then slides my jeans right off my legs i murmur gentle sighs
my manhood hard she takes him to her mouth he is prepared
to go to where its soft and warm her smooth round seat is bared
she straddles me and slowly slides his head into her gap
then sets herself and gently glides right down onto my lap
she clamps on tight and shuts her eyes and scratches down my chest
and holds him deep inside her womb her bulging one eyed guest
she works her muscles 'round his neck but doesnt move an inch
inner action strong and slow heavens velvet clinch
time stands still as shadows hang beside us on the wall
and not a sound except a clock that watches from the hall
She pulls her sweater up and off her breasts are large and round
she spoils me with nipples hard and pulsing swelling mound
she rides me slow and rocks her hips my fingers rake her hair
i am in her complete control a vixen in her lair
her body starts to quiver and her nectar starts to flow
her head falls forward chin to chest her moans so deep and low
her oyster clamps and spasms hard and starts to flood my groin
minutes pass her eyes spin back she splashes on my loin
I thrust myself into her void she meets my every push
I wrap my mouth around her tongue and cream her soaking tush
our movement slows relaxed and calm we soften our embrace
still enjoined I hold her close her breath sweet on my face
Half asleep she takes my hand and leads me to her bed
a soft lit room enchanting tones as words are hardly said
A kingsize bed with corner posts and light brown silky sheets
large bay windows thick white drapes and two large leather seats
She sheds her skin and on all fours never wains her grace
then motions me to follow her through curtains made of lace.
end.
a pleasent change from howling wind and freezing bitter sleet
the distant glow that caught my eye a'high up on the hill
would shelter me and keep me warm and end the mountain chill
I slowly make my way across the frozen valley creek
and on towards the chalet nestled cosy at the peak
the silence of the still night air the steam of heavy breath
and mother natures ruthless law the fight for life and death
I near the door and welcome warmth and smell an open fire
my rule to offer honest work for food that I desire
a gentle knock I hold my breath outside the timber door
remove my gloves and cup my hands my feet are cold and sore
Quite footsteps from inside a voice politely speaks
a womans words with golden tones inquires what I seek
i answer her sincerely and tell her of my plight
of lodgings in return for toil a warm bed for the night
She grips the bolt and pulls it free and shifts the door ajar
and takes a peek out through the gap at whos come from afar
her stare is deep and hard as stone she looks into my soul
a moments silence so intense like treading on hot coals
Her glance shoots at the floor her eyes turn soft and warm
her deep brown eyes relax and smile a trust begins to form
she beckons me to enter and to rest and share a meal
and side before an open fire so coldness wounds may heal
She shuts the door behind me and I drop my leather pack
gently takes my oilskin coat and hangs it on a rack
she then invites me to a seat handcrafted from redwood
then from a woodstove pours me tea with cream so sweet and good
The table matches both the chairs it sings a homely song
she sits across and to my left her legs are smooth and long
our banter rolls quite freely as we speak of freedoms ways
my comfort grows her heart is warm her beauty never strays
She asks me if Id care to bathe and wash away the grit
I graciously accept with thanks and move from where I sit
she leads me to a candled room adorned with crystal stones
a fragrant smell a wooden tub and natural earthy tones
A copper kettle boils above the briquette heat below
she twists the tap of brass that squeeks and boiling water flows
she fetches salts and homemade soap and warms some folded towells
outside the wind blows fiercely cold a distant thunder growls
The smell of roasting game wafts through my tastebuds start to sing
invigorated by the bath and feeling like a king
she reappears and finds me bare my dignity intact
then fills a sponge with soap and suds and runs it down my back
She motions me to stand and watch the lather in her hands
and feel the magic of her hands he twitches then he stands
her tender strokes and long and slow she shines his rosy tip
then rinses off the slippery foam and takes me to her lip
she gazes to my hard grey eyes I look into her heart
she takes me down into her neck to practice womans art
moments later I arrive her smile of angels sin
he gushes out his milky seed she licks it off her chin
I towel her face and kiss her hard her hands against my cheeks
i dry myself and dress to feast my knees are still quite weak
a game bird feast washed down with wine we drink from wooden mugs
the only light the firey glow and two huge fur lined rugs
Our chemistry is strong and true we ride an equal wave
we speak of dreams of life and loves of passions which we crave
I stroke her face her skin is warm and firm against my hand
her eyes are glazed her lips are ripe a princess of the land
The wine flows like a river and we smoke a pipe for peace
her body language threatening a passionate release
the dancing flames create mystique as greybox timber pops
she stokes the fire I move in close and suddenly she stops
She turns to me our gazes meet I yearn this womans touch
words are spoken with her eyes her longing just as much
a padded armchair my retreat my lap becomes her chair
I reach for her and pull her close I cannot help but stare
I wrap my arms around her waist and slide her chest to mine
and smell her healthy long dark hair its bounce and brilliant shine
she lifts my chin to kiss my mouth her lips are warm and wet
the time is right to give this peach a night she wont forget
She nestles down between my feet and rubs my denim thighs
then slides my jeans right off my legs i murmur gentle sighs
my manhood hard she takes him to her mouth he is prepared
to go to where its soft and warm her smooth round seat is bared
she straddles me and slowly slides his head into her gap
then sets herself and gently glides right down onto my lap
she clamps on tight and shuts her eyes and scratches down my chest
and holds him deep inside her womb her bulging one eyed guest
she works her muscles 'round his neck but doesnt move an inch
inner action strong and slow heavens velvet clinch
time stands still as shadows hang beside us on the wall
and not a sound except a clock that watches from the hall
She pulls her sweater up and off her breasts are large and round
she spoils me with nipples hard and pulsing swelling mound
she rides me slow and rocks her hips my fingers rake her hair
i am in her complete control a vixen in her lair
her body starts to quiver and her nectar starts to flow
her head falls forward chin to chest her moans so deep and low
her oyster clamps and spasms hard and starts to flood my groin
minutes pass her eyes spin back she splashes on my loin
I thrust myself into her void she meets my every push
I wrap my mouth around her tongue and cream her soaking tush
our movement slows relaxed and calm we soften our embrace
still enjoined I hold her close her breath sweet on my face
Half asleep she takes my hand and leads me to her bed
a soft lit room enchanting tones as words are hardly said
A kingsize bed with corner posts and light brown silky sheets
large bay windows thick white drapes and two large leather seats
She sheds her skin and on all fours never wains her grace
then motions me to follow her through curtains made of lace.
end.
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take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
So special thanks goes to cate for giving me wood
if ever i decided to give you wood p, it'd be a baseball bat across your skull.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
hehe.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
tis rather evocative isn't it?
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
well, thats a tad extreme there cate....
Id have no option but to insert said baseball bat in your....."freckle", dip you in chocolate and feed you to a tribe of lesbian pygmys. ;D
mmmmm chocolate.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say