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Cassius (Free verse) by helenwales Hot fur, a black slip of satin back,
Eyes narrowed and teeth and claw keen,
Through shutted dark yellow fire orb stares,
Rippled spine of straightening sheet,
You're waiting.
Take or leave it, cold as ice,
The vibration luring the scratch depart,
Hot on my thigh your grinning jaw with distained sparse forest smiles,
I care hiss he with shivering potential,
Straightened finger tipped crescent moon,
And fulfilled with desires all,
For tonight he will accept.
Up the ladder:
An Old Man's Folly (from the diaries of Dave Q. Mysterious)
Down the ladder:
Depth of Illusion
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Posted: September 23, 2004 3:58 PM PDT; Last modified: September 23, 2004 3:58 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.422622 Overall Rank: 3053 Comments:
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Dovina @ 24.52.157.176
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23-Sep-04/4:41 PM
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Too vague, but I like the first and last lines.
You appar to like the phrases "ice cold" and "cold as ice". I can well understand why. Other than ice, it's quite difficult to think of something cold, isn't it?
Wazzook
Do you mean "wazzock"? Or have you invented a new word?
How about a nun's cunt?
You know what it is to have a bite of pussycat in your bedridden-nudity alleged Helen of Wales?
A pussycat in the bed makes for a poem, but not of âpotentialâ. It is a DANGER. Material NOT "potential". See to them my scars? Look at my scars! Try stronger. Je te donne des SIX.
Yes I like sex with pussies 2.
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