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Premium Member A New Sensation

Well, let me just clear the air right up front,
I'm not here to badmouth the medical profession,
I just question their methods sometimes.
Let me explain, I'll ty to be as delicate as I can.

I went in for my annual physical with Dr. Jeff Jekyll,
besides, my adenoids came out of hibernation again.
Everything went smoothly, until he sent in Nurse Ratched
to take my temperature. That woman has issues.

Now, I've had my temperature taken countless times over,
but nothing prepared me for this. She came in, smiled, 
and told me to drop my pants and bend over the table.
It didn't dawn on me what was about to happen next.

She pulled out this thermometer the size of, and I'm not
exaggerating, a freshly carved Louisville Slugger. 
Insertion completed. It didn't do much for my disposition,
but it did open up a hole, new avenue for me to explore.

Premium Member winter train bench strange'er

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                                        yesss
                                      i watch'd
                                       closely
                                  az hern softly
                                        drift'd
                                 'to uh slumber

                                           wit

                                   mine in hern
                                         mitts
                                             i
                                   her comfort
                             engulf'n mine az if
                              hern remember'd

                                    i felt hern
                                     dreampt






* dreampt; euphonic insertion  ‘) 
              ^

Eight : Infinity’s Gift

 
ONE happily splits into TWO

            joy of THREE becomes FOUR’s stability 

salt transforms into amber in FIVE’s multiplicities

SIX races into externalisations and insertion
 
matrices to dust as SEVEN links Earth to Heaven

   EIGHT the Ouroboros ~ Infinity’ Gift as leaven   

NINE summation and crescendo _______we begin once more...


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Premium Member Wordwide outcome; from income planned'

All will recieve a basic pay..OK..' The aim? To remove poverty..Yet the cost.?? Multi-billions.!!! Unless.? There were a lot less people.??? Does that help anyone who is
Trying to rationalise a plan-demic..And war
After war.' The anti-familiy teaching in some sectors.' The elevation of enviroment
In overall awareness..Yet the enviroment is
Quite able to 'look after itself' if? You? Believe its managed.' For millenia to so do.? Are there facts.? Evidence of civilizations crumbling..Yet the environment continuing.? Well? Help me here.' Quite a strong excuse though.? Do ya
Reckon? To kill off seven billion ( useless eaters.?) Not my words.!!! Anyway have a think.? Check out the dissappearance of the independant buisnesses street corner
Banks, and automated voice healthcare?? Services.' The refusal of oxygen for pallative care patients.' And the insertion of
Life ending as a medical option.' Not to mention infanticide.? I'll let you do the maths.?

Written With Desire

Mothered inspiration birthed from the seed of my soul
send my mind in to a frenzy with racing thoughts hard to gather and control
Words roll off my tongue with provocative pronunciation
climaxed by the inflection of each insertion of punctuation 
ejaculated thoughts wrestled into pleasure provoking position are gone over back and forth and back and forth until the work is at a its greatest peak and ready for submission 
New sensations flourish as visual aspects of the write begin to grow
the girth and length of your creation are now taking shape and beginning to show 
fingers gripping pens 
Pens gliding over paper
Paper once plain white showing the stain from its ink filled raper 
A master piece of your own perfection
each pen stoke bringing it closer to desire
pace is quickening now finished with sparks of blazing fire 
Just another completed writting but written with such a hunger
It was meant to be innocent but may not be subtable for the younger

No Wait In Vain : Poets Meet

 
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet


For decades I waited 
and you did not come 
to listen to my rude insertion 
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name

For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her 
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang deep
with children running sweet

For decades I longed to touch
a struggling mottled moth
as he ached for new wings
smooth ebony cheeks
passionate with letters of adoration

For decades I watched for
a painter to mirror my songs
uncover a talkative witch who 
still trampled from place to place
broken shoes echoing my silent breath

For decades I wanted a smooth ride
where conversation was free of tasks
words on both seats of equal length
with ripe apricots for the scoffing
almond chocolates wrapped in red

So I upped my thumb to a veteran one
who read from his leathered collection 
notepads and pencils strewn about
space in warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !


**** Names of Movies I Like

The may tricks
**** nicks and fold lace
The tight comes for us-kmovie
Shrag-maybe not
Cane to Butman-this ones train to busan
The insertion of lying-not sure
come with the sinned
The ring too obvious
Shrag was Shrek just a thought
Died hard=too necrophiliic
sorry just a travel
with me
i can't stop

Premium Member Bee's Making Love To Apples-

Have you seen,  have you ever seen an apple;
Make sweet love to a honey bee;
Before you see;
It's beautiful ;
The insertion;
of it's proboscis,
In the Apple's mesocarp-endocarp heart;
Kissing it!
Absorbing it!
Ooh, ahh, yum!
Delicious juices;
Sap so precious;
Ooh, so delicious; 
Vitamins B's high amount of C's blessed;
Sweet Anthophila
Kisses and loves Malus Domestica;
Ooh, yum my darling, (sweet)

5/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Hard Jump

HARD JUMP

The bird dropped in the darkness
the ground somewhere below,
slowing its motion to hover,
a sudden cross fire erupts.

It was dark zero one thirty hours
in a routine night insertion;
that day there had been a fight
small hostile groups were roaming.

The pilot had to protect his Huey
and we were ordered to unass,
the sky and ground a black well,
the distance jumped unknown.

I hit hard in a dry rice paddy;
lightning pain from my ankles
surging up through my back
announced that I was hurt.

My legs were numb and useless
my back flared pain sharply;
orders and plans now useless
we could only go to ground.

Date Gradient Variable


In the middle of the first date,
a troubling thought progression occurs:
The computer in me
calculates
success probability
of insertion of
tongue in cheek
at point zero three
Something in the conversation
has gotta change
this imminent failure trajectory
Input date gradient variable:
Nerd ... inverse chemical personality change
Buddy Love ... alter ego accessing
Cool romanticism vectoring
Body red alert!
Eye contact avoidance
creating critical mass passion implosion
Rupturing of the mellow ambient mood
will occur in 
ten nanoseconds delta wave oscillation
Dream date bubble burst will ensue
Unanticipated motor response must commence
Hip central cortex command — 
Wallflower boy get off the fence ... 
kiss that woman,
and pierce that emotional force field
erected around the heart-shaped valence
Update voluntary co-joined gradient variable:
Buddy Love is now in physical operational control

Lessons Learnt In Life

Trust,
a term
delicate
and so gentle.
But In the wrong hands
It is detrimental.
Deception, demon's weapon.
If a firm hold is obtained they'll
provide an insertion into your
spine and allow flux without discretion.
Lesson learned, to guard trust like a diamond.
People will milk it without conscience.
Apply theories of deception
and bathe in its vain essence.
The reason I keep my
mind alert and keen.
I won't allow
deceit to
ruin
me.


October 3, 2015

Wishing You Were Here

wishing you were here
can only chat with you online
imagining myself kissing you in the middle of nowhere
entranced by your scent

wishing you were here
can only think of you in diamond slumbers
imagining myself running my fingers up and down your smooth skin 
seduced by your soft moans

wishing you were here
can only picture the sensations with my hand on my black flashlight
imagining myself experimenting with the overall effect of insertion
enticed by your whispering methods of expression

wishing you were here
can only dream of you while joyriding on the milky white way
imagining myself sampling the sweet flavors of the most hidden of your pleasure treasures
taken by your sweet cherry lollypop charm

Russian Roulette

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Let’s amuse ourselves
playing a novel
diversion
a contested match
relatively brave
perversion

Rules are a painless
tranquil and soothing
excursion
two weapons of fun
comic tragedy
immersion

Loading of handguns
all blanks except one
insertion
metal to the head
trigger finger tight
explosion


Ingenuous
Oblivion
In
Legitimate
Version



© Kim van Breda—31 October 2014

This Government Is Us

This Government is us.

 The last time we were this divided civil war began.
 Each party must make way for the other regardless of color,
 Red, blue, black, brown, yellow or white.
 The Demublicants and Repoblicrats thrive on our ignorance.
 If they can't reverse their cranial rectal insertion, we can replace them
 all.
 Money feeds this monster; money buys friends where they count.
 Money is not free speech; money buys favors, and not for us.
 Our votes are not for sale; my vote is not for sale.
 We're Americans, we own this Government, and this Government is us.
 Let's take it back and make it work.
 Vote.

Gray Dawn

Sudden onset of an insertion
going for a kill in bluish green valley. 

Pretend as if you are dead
and start disintegrating.

Your poverty of words disconnects
you from cogitation and you start-

walking in sleep. Cannot reach
the breasts jutting out like pine cones –

dismantling the invasion. You start
manipulating the seeds. Fruits

are nowhere in sight. The risk is
grave crossing the borders of virginity.

Pure aching and one thousand moons.
I have not reached the gates of truth.



Satish Verma

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