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wishing someone would whisper in my ear the details of my body which they want to devour
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your beautific earlobes and savage knees
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Savage. . . knees?
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knees buckling under savage thrusts
he impaled her with an ecstatic pain she seemed to hover just beneath heaven's door..
exdtra-marital epiphany
poured this ring of embered ash
she had consecrated herself
to those vows
and she had meant every word
and now
reeling in those last subsiding
eddies of her final orgasms last
ecstatic sigh
she wondered by how many gradations
of self deceit and unspoken desire
did she get here?
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Yet strip away the mortal fibres that bind her in your eyes and what do you see?
Aqueous nectar that envelopes you with gentle sighs, so warm that you become a feutus once more, the dawn of time a real memory, you are no longer an entity.
Throes of passion that rip my heart beating and screaming in ecstacy from my heart.
Voicless you champ on my tongue until our words merge.
Insistent oscillations of inner organs...
Breathe.
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don't think i have enough game to touch that..i'll sit back and replenish my reserves..what you wrote Lost Little Red Riding Hood is almost incapaciting, it speaks on so many levels..like i said Michaelangelican Erotic Splendor..it is enough for me to egolessly sift through these jewels, and be caught up in it's golden liquid song ..
i still, i still sometimes cannot believe the sheer talent..the broken open promise of the things you people write here!!!!
i love blather!!! yep i'm still corny, still embarassingly gushing..like a 14 year old sprite..i can't help it..i've lived all my life in words..these wholesome breaths..i will forever succumb to their sublimnity..
peace...
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the word is incapacitating..the screen is right in front of me..so..
i would slip into these palpitating pages..elastic as a shadow..and hold each breath as long as i could..to make these magical extemporaneous minglings last..s t r e t c h i t o u t..
i don't want to be utterly forgotten after i finally, ruefully succumb to the wispering grave..sometimes mtree i really am just oatmeal..it was only the words of you and Lost Little Red Riding Hood with a side of doar that momentarily turned me out..just the two of you! such incandescence! much more invigorating than my dust encrusted ruminations on anal abstractions..yeah a complex grain..shessh! she doesn't know the half of it!!! and ya know what? Neither do i at times..
Here's a revelation for you people..I'm a reflection..I reflect off of whatever is before me..but in and of myself..inchoate..an almost unbearable sense of being incorporeal *breaths out, chest falls, dusk curtain bleeds into black* i'll bet ya can't find me between the oscillations of my polarities...(he says in a taunting childs sing song manner..like ring around the roses with a pocket full of wilted black orchids and then slowly the wilted stems recede into ash *poof*)
i'm a quarter tone sharp and the tempo in disjointed..i spat each dreary line upon the mornings breast ..maroon and gorgeous fire oranges of autumnal splendor..there is this ominous thread beneath the chords, stringing out the melody..throwing the tempo off it's tracks..the slow implacable insidious tread of desolation..and i am again it's daffodil
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do you think that i am moved by empty somas, then? do you think my tastes so unrefined that i cannot scent ingenuine invention from a world away? once upon a time you promised to stop the self-effacement, and 'phebe, if i didn't hold you in such high regard i would take you over my knee and spank you. you call yourself incorporeal, yet i feel the weight of you in my hands whenever you speak, such distinct surfaces to run my fingers across. you say disjointed, i ask you, to whose standards? pop songs have every note in place, perfect in pitch, yet what weight do they carry? and you claim to be mere reflection; mere? mere??? in a void we no longer exist, it is simply through pressing the me against the notme that one defines oneself, or in capturing and recasting in prismatic refraction that we are defined.
i could slap you to prove your reality, but you would wonder what you had done. i could lick you and tell you your taste, but you would claim it other's residue. i could paint a room with no colors but yours, and you would marvel at the brushstrokes simply to turn from the real artist.
when you insult yourself, you insult me. don't make me spank you. i won't let you like it. *fondest glare*
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hmm..if i were more salacious i'd say with a rogue's crooked leer "spank me?..now that's an interesting proposition..something i could tenderly clench my mouth upon..just the barest brush at first..and by the first angels dopplering desolation i'd fall into it's echo.." but i keep it all nicely wrapped in oatmeal..mixed with some gluten to adhere better..misstree sometimes you are such a sublime mingling of the saucy and cerebral..my mercurial friend feel free not to be offended by the efficasy of my inadvertant deception, misrepresentation and it's subsequent disrobing..there are no rules no constants no rubric to this game..you get that right? the whole idea of personhood as chimera..and the breadth that is breach within a few steps between damnation and the shing city on somebodies hill..a hump on the rump of subjective interpolations..and if i say
"i am this and such for now and ofr all time and none may dissent1" therefore then do i peremptorily conclude that..what i whelp with my mouth about me cannot help to be by that virtue to Be? an irrrevocable truth? or do i say mtree my words do not shape you, my self-loathing or self surmise is not an absolute to be agreed to..some quorum of eyes.. see me as you wish..it still won't silence what sings so irrevocably in my heart..i can stand upon the credence table and plaintively pound my chest..but you will see what you are endowed to see..and i will be to me what i have always been..i hide, you see, from my darker nature..because it will be my unbecoming..i am intimate with the forces that have unshaped me..i am comfortable meeting the power of your words..perhaps nothing is lost if you are blessed to see somethings that i cannot..perhaps..perhaps the day will come when i might see those things as well...
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wait, what happened? i thought this was about me! and i was so enjoying it.
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like i said..i reflect..
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i would tell you,
i could string together a chain of small, quiet eternities telling you
but i don't know that i'd ever be close enough to be real, even at only a whisper away
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yes, this was about your saxxy knees!
dammit people, back to the earlobes and knees, pronto!
why I otta...
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mtree is soma equivalent to soul or spirit? i'm not familiar with that term
"string together small quiet eternities"
man bird..that was quietly tremendous..
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big knees and/or LLRH I think the gathered streams of all our beings somehow conspired to gush all of these erotic exhalations..you and mtree's young goddess groaned divinely into these effortless erotic exhalations that somehow broke free of the chassis of consciousness out beyond the edges and slipped so..so devinely free..these hot heresies wreathed in a helix and each separate thread singing to itself out of itself joining us into this cord of..i just don't know..some right brain insurgency..some inert strand of dna wed to spirit..there is some semblance of you in all these lines..you may not see it..but such was it's force..that hurled me out of my quoditian dreariness
and set my mind to howl..
okay okay..i'm calm now..
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you and mtree's young goddess groans grinded devinely into these effortless erotic exhalations..that's what i meant to say..
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Oldephebe, your compliments are received with great appreciation, and slight embarrasment! From someone who writes so beautifully, I am suprised you are liking mine so much.
All this language here inspires me, I love it! Feed of eachother, lets use eachother to the best possible extents!
And yeah, all these poetically erotic imaginings really do something for me too!
(*Winks* at you cheekily)
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