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INCUBUS
Do not wake me when I sleep
To deaf my ears when the morning weep
For tonight I shall elope with him
My hero,the light of my dream
I will be where quietness do sing
With Incubus my romantic king
You've been for long my sexual desire
There you wait where the sun retires
No night do I ever pray to miss
The sweetness of your gentle kiss
You love my treasure that lies beneath
Tonight I shall give you the best of it
You came with the strength of a warrior
And defeated me to be my Superior
I will wait with my thighs spread abroad
And escape naked from my mortal world
To dance with you a dance of the flesh
Till the night withers to come afresh
Take me slowly, oh! take me deep
Every moment of this I shall keep
The sky has lost it quality precious blue
Inviting a pleasing night for me and you
As the night approaches so young
Sing for me your special constant song
Give to me your solid weapon
Which many ladies have championed
Your touches like sun in the morning
Must have left so many crazy and horny
I quench in your arrival your Highness
I know no man of such goodness
You're to me a dream of heaven
Appearing in all night seven of seven
You've never dissatisfy me for once
Even in the world of my sexual trance
I wish with you,you could take me along
To you Incubus I belong
Come with a hasty speed upon my bed
You'e the thought that occupies my head
Move your hands slowly to my mistress
Bury you solid man into her nest
Feel the softness of my fleshy buxom
My darling incubus you are awesome
Be my companion in nights of emptiness
Robb me with your romantic skillfulness
Drum upon my plumpy buttock
Feed me before the crow of the cock
Kiss my gem with much passion
Lost me more in my state of oblivion
The heart with greediness must confess
When it comes to the issue love and sex
Wit' your kindness you left me perplexed
If you wouldn't stay why come at first?
And so do I hate you but still you I love
That makes you my sweetest paradox
Now the reign of the night sinks away
The sun has risen to grace the day
And swiftly like the spirit of the wind
You left to a world uneasy to find
Leaving me with the paroxysm of plight
To wait for another darling night
Form:
Can a man tolerate an incarcerate?
Madly in love with a madwoman
Throughout the investigation; Prior to the incarceration she's reflective
Two years on the verge of being wasted like Iron Maiden single "Wasted Years"
Additional two daughters she conceived not to mention she needs help supporting her two daughters "Homeless Agencies"
Two daughters means double the "Needs and Wants"
Two daughters means twice repeating the lady "Do's and Don'ts"
Repeatedly, she crosses her legs like a foreleg mantis as if in prayer
She prays for financial support, not willing to be a Hoe at Davenport (Davenport Hotel)
Scrolled through her cellular contacts and called close relatives her normal emergency contacts
Asked Steve, Keith, and her lovers longtime friend Daisuke he's a Japanese
All three smacked their teeth
Ironically Daisuke smacked his teeth on account of in Japanese the meaning of Daisuke is "BIG HELP"
As a mighty breeze passes a cry in the wind passed a message," Perpetually I'll Bless You like a allergic symptom sneeze
Stressing continuously over occurrences its mind-boggling she doesn't believe
Biting a forbidden fruit the fruit of lies first like Eve
Eventually she deceives her incarcerated lover and becomes aware of nakedness after she sinned
An act of independence, survival, an act of the Holy Bible
A social science woman is she her sexual desire an experiment, Puzzling for a woman to make known to a incarcerated man she broke her commitment
In no way shape or form a mistake, only a meant, you went along with it didn't it
After she risked everything and made known the fearful news both were thinking walk a mile in my shoes
But that gut-feeling she must of had waiting on his comment
FACT: He was wondering what Bruh "Cum Meant"
Did you do this out of shortage of cents or perfects?
Impossible to shop for love I guess taking care of our two daughters was where the money was spent
Baby my point of view is I'm pointing butterfingers at (U)
Tell the world I'm coming home as you already knew, and maybe we can work it out something brand-new, because Carrie KaeKae James after I read this poem I changed my mans point of view
- Loverboi
I am going on a trip because I need to spend a week away from these aspects.
Don’t burn that money.
Don’t waste it either.
I’ll spend it on something that I dislike.
It may be a venture but since I have spent my money, I can get high.
Clip art are my drawings and they are of beautiful megabits.
I think I am superfly so I play Rock & Roll all night.
Madness
Sheer excitement
Escape to the highest heights of my imagination is when I know who I am and where I have been
Little am I and my jeans are tight.
With my big ****, I walk as if I am filled with sexual desire.
I see myself and smile.
My empire.
I’m feeling something that is so real.
I knew, if I lost focus, I lose my inner being.
So I give self a darn bulge, know that this is my world; therefore, I don’t lose the sensation.
The impression I give is that of confidence.
Self-asserted and assured, I moving up to finer things.
Handsome is the day and the night falls so lovely.
But I need to see what’s mine.
I need to see what belongs to me.
Strikingly, I find that I own so many priceless images.
A landscape I may pick to be serenity.
Or, a portrait is nice for the stillness.
I’ll plant a flower field to enjoy the contentment.
Equanimity is a silent panic.
I am just a being of the higher intelligence.
The noise is a clamor that does not last.
I will be the uproar of happiness.
Such a pleasure to have told you this.
If you want a replica, you may do the same.
That is joy in a virtual domain.
No more is the chance than any other government.
I have ruled this empire as long as I can remember.
Directions are easily to follow.
If you fail, I will not fail mines because all are downloadable.
I do not share my empirical secrets.
I am a régime of systems.
Simulated by thoughts that is pure.
Only I can be the downloader.
~Heart opens, Legs close~
If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational in their approach (to it).
Then they would have found out
The true meaning of love
And would as well be able to
Distinguish it between its counterfeit.
Real love is true love.
With love at first sight
You can love more than once
And be heartbroken on several occasions.
Love is not sex and Sex is not love.
You can have sex and not necessarily be in love.
You can be in love and not necessarily engage in sex.
Using sex to manipulate a man will eventually fail,
Cos a man may hate you and still have sex with you.
It is self deception to think that
Giving man sex will make him love you.
True love will never force you to engage in sex.
A man who doesn't love you,
Will not change his mind because of sex.
True love comes from the heart and is often unimaginable and unexplained.
If man tells you to prove your love by having sex with him,
You should know he is only using you as (may be one of) his toy.
And if he is attracted to you because of his titillating figure,
Sooner or later, 'better sex' will take him away from you.
Submitting yourself to him as his sex slave is a great mistake and an act of foolishness.
True love will never shame or degrade you.
If a man truly loves you, he will understand your feelings and will listen to you.
He will respect and stand by you.
He won't want you to get hurt
And he will be ready to hold back his sexual desire
Until that holy night.
Be wise!
For: Russell Sivey's "Enlightenment, hope and harmony" Contest.
23rd March, 2013
The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.
However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien.
The planet Winter or Gethen inhabitants are hermaphrodite, a manwoman, to be respected and judged only as a human being made up of two major religions opposites in belief and ritual. One is mystical and inspired while the other is rational and philosophical. The novel centers on cultural proficiency not only recognize, but also embraces the worldview that each culture brings.
which gender my love
desire, sire or bare our child
while as a woman
The main conflict in this novel is man vs. society. Genly Ai must adapt to the unfamiliar society on Winter. The people of Winter are very different from the people of Earth. They have no gender and no sexual desire except for once a month. Gender roles are not a part of their society; the rules are very different from Earth rules.
music I listen
you are the earth, moon,and stars
mirror I see in
Lesson learned, he must make sacrifices to achieve his goals.
The book can be read as a love story or anthropological adventure.
2/27/2018
The Left Hand of Darkness written by Ursula K. Le Guin, published in 1969
Quote from the book:
Light is the left hand of darkness
And darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
Together like lovers in kemmer
Like hands joined together,
Poetry Contest: Ursula Le Guin
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
O’ Word
O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis veins
Like an unfertilized egg
With the traffic-jammed
In my polluted blood.
I Streep teased my desire
That breathes in your mouth.
The world is made up of things-
Things do not speak but have
A language and a reason for being.
I think of the silence of
Your lips I visit to form embryo.
Make me wet with erotic desire
To gratify erotogenically
And mold you in good shape
With the vault of your mouth
So that the world around me
Can hear you in the heavens.
*********
10th place win
Contest: Stream of Consciousness sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
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* In March 1996, the news of the birth of a fatherless sheep in Australia affectionately
named "Dolly" shocked the world.
The possibility that human beings could be cloned too - long the subject of jokes and
science fiction - began to awaken an inner fear. The scientific question should be
answered by human embryologists, the scientists who have the required expertise and
competency. At what point during the cloning process does a human being or human
embryo physically come into existence?
Aesthesiogenic - producing or causing a sensation
Embryogenesis - induction of sexual desire; production of arousal
Erogenesis - erogenesis a production of desire
Erotogenic - producing erotic desire or sexual gratification
Parthenogenesis - reproduction by a virgin or by means of an unfertilized egg
Bibliogenesis - production of books
Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge
The edge of sanity,
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God,
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one ****** begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night
He used his tool and got it wet
And he had no regret.
If you play with matches you can get burned
This is the lesson they’ve yet to learn.
Her menstation came a bit late, and on the
Results she had to wait.
It came back positive just like she knew
Now there was something she had to do.
She confronted him with the news
His response was : “this child you must lose “.
I’m too young to be a dad- cause of a little fun we had “
Now the thought weighed heavy on her mind
Should I abort? Do I have the time?
There is a child growing in me, and taking its life
I just can’t see.
GOD has given me the most beautiful gift to man
Although this wasn’t a part of my plan.
I will raise him on my own, and to that dead beat dad
I’ll throw some stones.
A single parent living in a house all alone
No electricity and no phone.
Bill collectors at the door, has her wondering if she can
Hide any more.
She was abandoned during her pregnancy
With no friends or family.
The biggest lesson she had learned
Was when she had to work thru her full term.
He said he loved her and would always be there
When told she was pregnant – he didn’t care.
He had to fulfill his sexual desire, and she was there
To put out his fire.
How can some men be so cruel, and think all women are the fools.
He claimed the child wasn’t his , and walked away with a grin.
She had made a mistake, but was no fool
She learned a lot while in school.
She put the welfare system to full use
To stop this man and his abuse.
They hunted him down and checked his DNA
And now this man has to pay.
Now she has the last laugh
As he’s paying thru his ASS.
My relationships can be amazing but they're destined to fail
I'm like a blind man trying to read without braille.
To easy I fall in love and think it'll last forever
I'd break your heart if we ever got together.
Hurting anyone has never been my intention
I drink, because i hate society, there is no big revelation.
I can't cope and need to escape this fake reality
Falling for me wouldn't be good for your sanity.
You'll see my good and think I could change
I could, I could be anything and that's whats so strange.
For years, I'll leave the drink sat in its bottle
Then for no reason, I'll hit it full throttle.
I can be a Devil and my soul is already damned
I don't mean to be, this life I never planned.
I need to go live alone in the trees and be free
You'll make a mistake if you pin your hopes on me.
My soul mate knows this, that's why she's just my best friend
My drunken stupidity gets the better of me in the end.
I can't be a slave, I can't work for their gain
No matter what we do, life would always be the same.
Maybe one day I'll find the one who ignites my fire
I need heart and soul not just a sexual desire.
I will be better, I will rule my own life
I refuse to do anything under our leaders knife.
I'm a work horse and a man that can't be bought
Many painful lessons this life has brought.
I'm not what I was, I've lived so many lives
I want to live a life where I'm the only one that drives.
Our love would never be enough for me
I'm lost on this road and a future I can't see.
In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.
Startled I’m like the whirl
Of the breeze on cobwebs
Hanging in every corner
Of this death chamber
Not in use for centuries
Neither I can blink my eyes
Nor breathe my breath
Asleep is the fireplace
With only ashes
Decomposed in wetted firewood
Neither the wisp of fire
Nor the glow of flame.
Rusty hinges on the door
Perforated by rust
Through which holes
Smirk the gloomy bored moon
Seeking shelter for a night
A moment of unpleasant and discontent
Moans like a wild beast
Severe wounds
In inner of the minds
Moans like a cry of spasm
By unwilling sexual desire
Seduced by the enemy
In the defeated war
Echoed from the walls around
Fearing to have an ear
Will shrunk
In the emptiness of the room
At any time the electric shock
May turn the body to ashes
Only a fistful of my breath
Remaining in my body
Will hurried to rebel by
Shattering every words of my poem
Like the old railway lines
Discarded after the war
Hides its originality
In the rust and grassy grooves
Rebels of another kinds
Like the silent crater of sleeping volcano
Erupts and scatters the lava on the earth
Every word of my inner minds
That’s collected in the coarse paper
Only sensed by my wounded heart
Indeed it’s my poem.
September 11, 2003
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