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This recently happened to me.
I didn’t recover very well from it.
I just sat there
naked,
embarrassed,
while
while my partner got dressed
and walked out on me.
She was shaking her head
in disbelief on the way out.
Here is what happened.
We are in the throes of
mad
passionate
love making.
I am twisted up like a pretzel
with my tongue here,
my fingers there,
really excited,
in fact
my
you know what
was harder
than Chinese mathematics.
I mean my tongue is doing a Spanish Tango
my fingers the Watusi
my center an African Tribal Dance
and when I say African Tribal Dance
I mean my ass
is shaking like a belly dancer
with a vibrator up her ass.
I could hear that sharp female voice
yelling like a soprano in an Italian Opera
and she’s yelling too
but with that deep voice of hers
like a banshee out of hell.
Oh no, oh no,
oh yes oh yes,
oh oh oh oh...
then suddenly
like fireworks on the fourth of July
boom...boom, boom, boom, boom...
she goes.
Then
I do it
at the peak of ******
I do it.
I really blow it.
No pun intended.
Instead of...
I mean we've all done it...
instead of saying her name
At the peak of ******
I yell out
my own name!
09~11~2014
Knuckle Head Yvonne
I lie back as the journey of your lips begins
First, my forehead is blessed
With little kisses
To be shared with each closed eyelid
Fluttering above my lips for a moment
Your lips just brush against mine
I draw in a ragged breath
And am devoured by your mouth
Passionate conquerors
Your lips subdue mine
Claiming
Taming
Teasing
Pleasing
Exciting
And I simply give in
And just as my lips prepare to
Counter the advance
With mounting fervor
The travelers move on
Anxious to conquer new ground…
The length of my neck
Is traversed
Your lips leaving a wet trail
As they pause here and there
Letting your thirsty tongue taste
And I sigh…
As the journey continues
I keep my eyes closed tight
For I know the coming terrain
I know the path your lips will take
For it is a favorite route
First down the valley between the
Two soft mounds of my breasts
Savoring being caught in this warm passageway
That reverberates with the thundering underground tremors
Of my heart
Kisses are left all along the way
And then the ascent to the left……
Reaching the top….
Sending first a messenger to scout the apex
The tongue dutifully explores
The gathering little ridges…
Which form an ever heightening peak
And then it invites the lips to take in
The summit
Oh….the ecstasy of twin peaks being claimed
One after the other…..again and again
Multiple side trips
A favorite stopping place on the journey
Filled with thrilling sights and sounds
The journey continues…
A quick dip in the navel…
The tongue takes
Before the lips get sidetracked
Not spending time to kiss
But to hover over the curving lines
Of the waist
Moving up and down
Along the sides
The tongue at times
Marking the ground
As though sacred
On the final descent
Down….down….
To the well laid out oasis
Where there is wetness to quench…
A fountain awaits
For the travelers to unenclose the dam
At the source
Coaxing the floodgates
To release
The stream
To satisfy the thirst
With a taste of paradise…
The verdant oasis
A welcoming treat
Is thoroughly plundered
The travelers
Giddy with the find
Relishing the fruit
And then
Fully satisfied
They bid farewell
With one last kiss
Knowing
That the journey of my lips
On the terrain of your body
That journey
Is about to begin…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Tom Price phones up John Ely.
"I hear you sell some of the best horses in the county
I'm sending out my best guy if he likes the goods
we're buying one of your horses.
My guy is a midget with a speech impediment just to give you the heads up"
he concluded and hung up the phone.
The stud groom waited until the midget knocked on the door.
"Hello, I've come to check out your hortheth", said the midget.
"Sure, do you want a male horse or a female horse ?" asked the stud groom.
"A female horth, pleath" said the midget, so off they went to look at the horses. One lovely well bred filly caught the midgets eye.
"Can I check her ears pleath ?" said the midget - so the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses ears, then put him back down.
"Nith ears.......... now can I look at her eyth, pleath ?" - once again the stud groom lifted up the midget to check the horses eyes, then put im
down again.
"Nith eyth ............ now I'd like to thee her **** pleath"
The stud groom was shocked and a bit offended, so he lifted up the midget and shoved him
head first into the rear area of the horse and put him back down again.
The midget coughed and spluttered, and then said....................
"Perhapth I should rephwase that...... can I see her wun awound a widdle bit ?"
16~12~2014
once soothing to two
wherever time was
(throughout our relationship at times there was harmony)
lovers
in the moment
(that moment in time when we engaged in sex)
in music of the man who nature dances to
(god was with us)
wrestle in the wind
feel their existence
(and in our love of nature we felt our existence and we were with god)
on nothing they roll
(our love levitated us)
unaware of cold
(we felt nothing but one another)
swim the desert sand
(lost in our unconscious)
and she
wearing his smoking jacket
(and when it was done we were still one)
then it starts again
(our sexual experience continues)
the touch of chains
as they mesh explosive
on the edge of a steel rip
(bondage and trust on the cutting edge of our experimentation)
an hour of talking
(we talk)
then their bare flesh together
in their source
timed
(once again we bond in the making of love)
the crackling sound
of their intercourse
(our sounds like fireworks)
as in a filmstrip
(and we go beyond reality)
and once again
a thousand explosions
(as our orgasms are multiple and explosive)
22~12~2014
With Love
Maurice Yvonne
It was you
that pitch black night
held me in the silk of your touch.
We strangers
had never seen one another.
I entered the youth hostel
late that night.
A young man
with a flashlight
led me to my cot.
I laid quietly
ready to sleep,
suddenly
your hand
moved up my leg.
It was you
removed my pants
put my hand
on your naked breast
wrapped your lips around me.
It was you
who mounted me
you
who rode me.
We never uttered a sound
not even a faint whisper.
I held them in
my screams,
my wish to yell your name,
had I an inkling...
what it was.
I restrained
my words of endearment
those words
those beautiful words
one shares
in the heat of pleasure.
It was you
who made me explode.
It was you
moved
so I could lap you up
like hot sweet milk.
It was you
scented in the fragrance of lust
as I held your shivering body,
as I inhaled it
over and over again
addicted to its effect.
It was you
left
before I awoke
that morning.
It was you
decided never to reveal
yourself in the light of day.
It was you
left me wondering
...
Who?
19~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
If it was you
SoupMail me!
My beloved Drino,
Take me to the memory
a neverlasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
where we ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there, You are too
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as melting moistness falls
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palms' gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the inner of my thigh
Ahh !I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
~Honey and lemon
I can still hear that hush hushed whisper
beneath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling,of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved Drino
Carry me back to those sheets
which still know the voice
and the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
Threaded petals on a cheek
where scarlet velvets never sleep
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
As the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the ripeness of pink peaches
As i open up to fire and you enter in flames
My beloved Drino,
take me to that night
where i tickled your wilderness
where you sank in my deep
Take me to the moment
where our sins were so sacred
and lust carried no shame
Not for the
contest..
But tnks
Cyndi
Macmillan
for your
'Spice box'
adult content contest
had been an
inspiration.
Ps..I had to delete
some spices after
i posted it
Hope its still liked
: )
Poetry was her best lover
Like no other
He loved her
Without restraint
She could be herself
And explore
And discover
Secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
He let her lie
Exposed
As he slowly caressed her imagination
Making her flow
With the sweet essence of her soul
In waves of delirium
Flying free
He let her be
Unfettered
Unashamed
Unworried of how to please
Or how to tease
Just simply to be
A woman in a prelude
To ecstacy
Poetry was her best lover
Her escape from reality
In clandestine intimacy
He ravished her mind
Again and again
For all he wanted
Was for her to come
To experience
To taste
Every pleasure
He had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
He fed
With firm truths
That burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
To reach supremacy
He never betrayed
Or delayed
In pleasing her
In giving her just what she wanted
In different ways and forms
His creativity endless
Poetry was her best lover
The only time in her day
When she had her way
And could be free
To be the woman she was mean to be
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory
Not having to hide
Behind the guise
The veil of culture
Or religion
Or misconstrued sexism
Or alibis
Being demure
And “sterile”
When she was fertile
Laden with passion
Poetry was her best lover
He adored her
For whom she was
And he gave and gave
At times
Leading her in submission to his will
Taming her
Training her
To live in the confines
Of his rules
For perfection to be reached
She had to follow his lead
To the pinnacle of pleasure
Where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
The sublime
Tasted and lived and then to descend
To warm after glow
Basking in the satisfaction
Of a fruitful union
For beauty has been conceived
Waiting for delivery
Yes, Poetry was her best lover
And she
Came looking for him
Begging him
To take her
Again and again and again
To transport her to heaven from hell
Tasting eternity
Poetry was her best lover
And she
Had no need of another
To help her discover
Her own entity….
None other
But her best lover
Poetry....
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The twins woke up as usual again
Waiting outside in the glowing sun
For the train to come at 8:00 am
It arrives by 8:10 every day precisely
One boy blond, one girl blonde, age 5 shimmering
Powder blue eyes with long smiles begin
With matching curly hair bending
Displaying a bag of marbles ready to toss
They positioned themselves fashionably
Between two railroad tracks on solid trestle beams
Rolling away the day to play after morning prayers
The children were astounded at the sounds approaching
A speeding train from the north roared down
Another locomotive from the south readied for a head to head
Somehow they ended up on the same doomed track
These things happen
Just before the collision occurred
By the way, both were going 90 miles per hour
People yelled out
Avert your eyes at the appropriate time kiddies
This is not going to be pretty
Adults only are permitted
8:10 am had come and gone
We all knew something was wrong
*Authors Warning: Mature and Adult content. Children under the age of 95 should be accompanied by an adult or at least by someone who can read before proceeding.
It's my turn to burn the turkey this year.
We'll all drink too much and end up in tears.
Relatives we love and those we hate
Will all show up, there'll be a debate.
Cranberry sauce or Cranberry jelly?
Would serve them all right if I didn't serve any.
At least one item I love will be broken.
At least one thing said should not have been spoken.
We'll start with compliments, lies of course,
Sing off key, laugh till we're hoarse.
Try to keep the arguing down to a dull roar.
Watch out for Uncle Harold, the man is a boor.
The children are the best behaved of the lot.
Uncle Harold's now loaded, the man is a sot.
Would everyone please just sit down and eat
And why does everyone want the white meat?
Two more glasses of wine and I will get through it.
Next year it's Mexico. Family? ..Well screw it.
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Purely fictional, meant in humor , please take it as it is, a joke