Poetry competition CLOSED 11th July 2015 11:37am
WINNER
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
RUNNERS-UP:
Savaja
and HHMCameron
Polyamory
Poetry Contest Description
Write your views or experiences of Polyamory in poetry.
For those who need info...
Polyamory (from Greek πολύ poly, "many, several", and Latin amor, "love") is the practice, desire, or acceptance of intimate relationships that are not exclusive with respect to other sexual or intimate relationships, with knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Often abbreviated as poly, it has been described as "consensual, ethical, and responsible non-monogamy".[2] It may or may not include polysexuality (attraction towards multiple genders or sexes)
Rules
1) Please don't collaborate on this comp.
2) Any style or type of poetry.
3) New and Old writes are encouraged.
4) Comments, critique and discussion on pieces published here are encouraged.
5) Edits are encouraged until final posting day.
Interpretations of Comp
1) Yes you can invert it and rip Monogamy, Bisexuality or Swing Lifestyles up.
2) Yes you can express views without having experienced.
3) Yes you can write fantasy experiences.
4) Yes you can write real experiences.
5) Yes you can rip the lifestyle off.
6) Yes you can interpret the topic any way you wish.
Have fun, you got 14 days.
-x-
Polyamory (from Greek πολύ poly, "many, several", and Latin amor, "love") is the practice, desire, or acceptance of intimate relationships that are not exclusive with respect to other sexual or intimate relationships, with knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Often abbreviated as poly, it has been described as "consensual, ethical, and responsible non-monogamy".[2] It may or may not include polysexuality (attraction towards multiple genders or sexes)
Rules
1) Please don't collaborate on this comp.
2) Any style or type of poetry.
3) New and Old writes are encouraged.
4) Comments, critique and discussion on pieces published here are encouraged.
5) Edits are encouraged until final posting day.
Interpretations of Comp
1) Yes you can invert it and rip Monogamy, Bisexuality or Swing Lifestyles up.
2) Yes you can express views without having experienced.
3) Yes you can write fantasy experiences.
4) Yes you can write real experiences.
5) Yes you can rip the lifestyle off.
6) Yes you can interpret the topic any way you wish.
Have fun, you got 14 days.
-x-
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer platter,
certainly not the last - it was an easy circuit
and a get in,
get out game.
loose women blues
there are good girls & there are bad girls, & usually
it’s hard to tell the difference. they can switch sides
quick & easy to get what they want.
so Karrie is a good girl. she took me in when I was
broke & wasted, ragged as a stray dog. she makes
a good roast beef sandwich & the beer’s always
cold. but she wants more than kitchen duty, washing
socks & mopping up the bathroom floor.
she gets that hungry look in her eyes, the kind that
can burn a man down to his ashes, like a scarecrow
in a bonfire; drops him like a wounded bear into the
perfumed sanctum of her bed.
but it’s Rita’s eyes that haunt me still, long after I
came-to alone in the cold sheets, not knowing why
she wasn’t there or how I’d get her back. it was
Rita whose kiss I tasted, whose needs I’d supply,
by hard labor or by crime.
if she wanted a diamond with a heart of fire, & it
was only mined in hell, I’d go there & steal it for her.
I’d kill for her, because she looked at me. she looked
at me just like that.
…the night sky is big, it holds a lot of things: rain clouds,
mostly, but beyond those, a crushing crowd of stars & on
some nights an oversized moon. if there are stars, Rita’s
wishing on one, or several. if there’s a moon, it’s even
worse, because she told me once that she sees the face
of the man she loves in the leer of the moon.
maybe it’s me & maybe it’s not, but one night I won’t let her
search the sky for that moon, winking at lovers & whispering
wishes, because I will be there, staring right at her.
one evening after sunset, my quest began; when a man goes
out to hunt a woman, it happens at night. I grabbed my bag &
made for the door, so Karrie played her last hole card: ‘what
do you chase her for, Johnny? she’s a whore!’
before I walked out, I looked at her for the last time.
‘baby, we’re all whores…’
there are good girls & there are bad girls, & usually
it’s hard to tell the difference. they can switch sides
quick & easy to get what they want.
so Karrie is a good girl. she took me in when I was
broke & wasted, ragged as a stray dog. she makes
a good roast beef sandwich & the beer’s always
cold. but she wants more than kitchen duty, washing
socks & mopping up the bathroom floor.
she gets that hungry look in her eyes, the kind that
can burn a man down to his ashes, like a scarecrow
in a bonfire; drops him like a wounded bear into the
perfumed sanctum of her bed.
but it’s Rita’s eyes that haunt me still, long after I
came-to alone in the cold sheets, not knowing why
she wasn’t there or how I’d get her back. it was
Rita whose kiss I tasted, whose needs I’d supply,
by hard labor or by crime.
if she wanted a diamond with a heart of fire, & it
was only mined in hell, I’d go there & steal it for her.
I’d kill for her, because she looked at me. she looked
at me just like that.
…the night sky is big, it holds a lot of things: rain clouds,
mostly, but beyond those, a crushing crowd of stars & on
some nights an oversized moon. if there are stars, Rita’s
wishing on one, or several. if there’s a moon, it’s even
worse, because she told me once that she sees the face
of the man she loves in the leer of the moon.
maybe it’s me & maybe it’s not, but one night I won’t let her
search the sky for that moon, winking at lovers & whispering
wishes, because I will be there, staring right at her.
one evening after sunset, my quest began; when a man goes
out to hunt a woman, it happens at night. I grabbed my bag &
made for the door, so Karrie played her last hole card: ‘what
do you chase her for, Johnny? she’s a whore!’
before I walked out, I looked at her for the last time.
‘baby, we’re all whores…’
Anonymous
Triangle worship
We built these bricks up
because we're masochists
and it's in the blood now
stitched into our chest cavities,
medals that we polish with spit
that rise swiftly to the surface
when threatened with change.
We lock our hearts with iron,
gift keys to vicious martyrs
with good hands
bend our knees
to worship at the alter of sex,
because there is nothing
we can write that climaxes
quite like skin.
We're dying for this
small deaths that drop bombs
on our ever-circling egos
because the lies
are easier to digest
when the truth will not remain
we're hiding ourselves
in well oiled center-folds,
burying ourselves
in rotting meat
because it's all we can do
to suck a high one more time.
We're inhaling for this,
vomiting for this,
pulling feathers from the tail
to dart points for this,
gambling eternity with sweat
and the promise of sin
bending back for this
in arches of spine and breast,
composing new poetry
inside spectral secrets
we thought we once knew.
We built these bricks up
because we're masochists
and it's in the blood now
stitched into our chest cavities,
medals that we polish with spit
that rise swiftly to the surface
when threatened with change.
We lock our hearts with iron,
gift keys to vicious martyrs
with good hands
bend our knees
to worship at the alter of sex,
because there is nothing
we can write that climaxes
quite like skin.
We're dying for this
small deaths that drop bombs
on our ever-circling egos
because the lies
are easier to digest
when the truth will not remain
we're hiding ourselves
in well oiled center-folds,
burying ourselves
in rotting meat
because it's all we can do
to suck a high one more time.
We're inhaling for this,
vomiting for this,
pulling feathers from the tail
to dart points for this,
gambling eternity with sweat
and the promise of sin
bending back for this
in arches of spine and breast,
composing new poetry
inside spectral secrets
we thought we once knew.
the wind blows softly
through the trees
carrying my soul
to one lost and far away
that has trapped my
all too shattered broken soul
.
will i ever see
will i ever let my self
see your beloved face
or is my honor more important
to me than your love
.
will i be able
to hold on to my honor
until my daughter
has become a woman grown
or will i once again fail
.
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Darkpoetry.com
Tuesday, 19 May 2015 01:30
https://www.darkpoetry.com/node/work/194804
truth, injurious
to my mind, is that i have
been unfaithful to
the same woman for eighteen
years, some times marrying them
.
not desireous
of children she wants someone
to care for her only
ne'er having had childhood of
her own, her moms caretaker
.
saying she did not hate me
but could not restart friendship
.
she asked why i did not come
to the wake for her mother
.
saying i could not
take seeing her for the first
time nigh on ten years
that i could not hurt my wife
any more than asking had
.
she stopped stalking me
blocked from stalking her twitter
how many more years
is it kindness or cruelty
rejecting my devotion
.
i have betrayed my
lady of red-raven hair
the name behind my
daughters in nightly mantra
how much longer can i live
.
what a drag it is to not
truly "love the one you're with"
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http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/189040-unfaithful-thursday-11-december-2014/
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Keyword 7-World-Backstory 6-it's own 5-Consult 4-Wolves 3-Delayed 2-Colors-BackStory 1-Knights-Overview
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Even when a family has enough genetic diversity to repopulate the world and the gross family product to buy most of it… or perhaps especially so… consanguinity is of paramount concern.
.
The original names of the family has been lost to the mists of time, but this does not concern them much, they are known as Diamond, for what they have given the world.
As valuable in today’s economy as the little inert trinkets that used to signify eternal commitment used to be, these Polycarbonate Circuitry (polycirc) gems sample the wearer’s mood, health, and genetics. This last is of critical importance.
.
Being that the family is quite large, and consists of a vast and changing number of dyads, tryads, quads, and trysts, knowing the degree of consanguinity in the heat of the moment is critical to the health of the family. When one joins the family, or is born into it, the Diamond is implanted near the inside of the wrist. Pink, Red, Grey, practically any color means that the fun can commence with commencing.
.
The Sole exception is Black.
.
When this crops up, you are closing in on someone that is prohibited by family rules stronger than the Danelaw of the government around it (probably because the Family is a significant part of the manpower that runs it). The Black Diamond signifies Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Daughter, Son, Aunt, Uncle, Grand Parent, First Cousin, or cousins child. For most, encountering a new Black diamond is worth little more than a last chaste kiss, and moving on to someone else.
It is not so easy for children of the … popular.
.
When your diamond is black for practically everyone around you, there comes a point that you simply need to cash out your shares, and make your way into the world.
.
Since time immemorial, these have become Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, Airmen, Teachers, Policemen, Firemen, Mailmen, Lawyers, and Politicians. As they are strongly service oriented, and put the needs of what ever community that they find ahead of their own, they have long since been known as “Knights of the Black Diamond”
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Keyword 7-World-Backstory 6-it's own 5-Consult 4-Wolves 3-Delayed 2-Colors-BackStory 1-Knights-Overview
Written by HHMCameron View profile HHMCameron
Published 18th December 2014 6:18pm
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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the soul-mate came first, but
she is more like a comet
than a moon... and while
she is in my sky she is
blinding, blots out current moon
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DeepUnderGroundPoetry.com
Topic: Multiple Soul Mates?
Posted on: 30th December 2014 8:10am
the soul-mate came first, but
she is more like a comet
than a moon... and while
she is in my sky she is
blinding, blots out current moon
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DeepUnderGroundPoetry.com
Topic: Multiple Soul Mates?
Posted on: 30th December 2014 8:10am
Is this as broken as i think it is - past repair?
How do you get someone that you offended when he took the one you really loved to allow you to share her... or them? (did i say beta... maybe i should say omega, certainly fits the way i feel)
How evil am I?
How broken am I?
====================================
I met a woman nigh on 20 years ago, (lets call her Raven) we live very far apart, i managed to visit every weekend or so, I was never jealous of the other men that Raven was seeing, when i could come, she was always making time for me, and she was always on the phone with me.
Like clockwork, she would leave me a little before valentines day, and come back to me shortly there after. I was always her life line.
Raven leaves me three years later after I realize that it is getting harder and harder to control my self with her and reduced the number of visits..
Two years later, she Calls me up telling me that she is planning on moving in. I am starting a relationship with someone, and i tell her no, the relationship shatters.
a few months later, when i finally work up the courage, she is in a relationship.
I eventually get married to someone else (Lets call her Porcelain Doll), it starts ok, but there is always something missing... Then Raven comes back into my life, and I am alive again. I tell Porcelain that i do not want to hurt her, but that I cannot go on like this, I go back to the phone crying. She makes me go back down stairs and take Porcelain back. I tell her that Raven and I want her to stay (Half right, the important one does-it takes me 7 years to break this geas.. seriously, 7 years? Celtic blood sucks I don't think that Raven is a Sidhe, but who knows). Porcelain says that Raven can move in, but that Raven will eventually find her own man and that raven and I cannot play. Porcelain was the senior wife, and so she made the rules, Raven was in my life, and i could accept hearing the moans from Ravens room because at least someone was having a good time.
Not quite following the rules, When ever there is a time in the morning before i go to work that Raven is home and Porcelain has already left, i would snuggle holding Raven while she slept, and just be. (i found out years later that she never knew. Though it may have started at her instigation initially and she just wasn't aware of the repetition over the months).
She tries to get me to leave Porcelain many times, and I am incapable of it.
Raven eventually meets Samwise. He eventually moves in, I think that Raven has let him know how I feel and what I believe is going on, but it appears now that he had DaneLaw sensibilities.
They announce their impending marriage, Porcelain is ecstatic, I start a slow collapse and go passive aggressive about it all, Bad enough Samwise moved in and we never became friends, but he acted stunned that i would respond to his happy time like he was tearing into my chest and ripping my heart and soul out, I refuse an offer of surrogate (none of Ravens children would ever be raised by Porcelain, and the method of delivery fell short of my hopes.)
They eventually move out after one morning where Samwise and Porcelain are working ... and she realizes that it is not Samwise holding her, she wakes up, and runs out of the room and calls Samwise, the Following exchange is very productive "No Means no" being answered by "From Her" (i really should have realized that she didn't know, and it was stupid of me to think that even if she did know that i would have to ask if she wanted it to continue). In one of the disagreements, Liken them leaving the house to a divorce.
About a month or more after they leave, they send an invitation, i cannot accept, especially since Porcelain wants to go and see the demon buried, and I do not trust my self during the challenge question.
Now that It is just me and Porcelain, I fall apart, start cruising AFF to find someone to make it easy for me to stay with Porcelain..., and eventually i see where Porcelain has told her friends about looking for a Lawyer.
Geas Conditions Fulfilled.
I divorce her.
Long after it would do me any good. (i think that i shattered porcelain doll when i left, and i regret that)
I look for many years, convincing my self that Raven is happy with Samwise, i get a better job, talk to a therapist for a few years, and meet Gea, my current wife.
When Raven calls, Gea is way smarter (and has a real job even if the absurdly long commute sucks it out of her), and shuts it down cold. For two years we were ok, despite 14% of our income going to her sisters household (should have been PolyGyny instead of one guy with two baby mamma's, one of which gets support, the one that is not my Sister in law). Its February of this year, and i get a FB request from Raven, i think i hit ignore.
April, the money issue is getting tighter, i cannot get Gea a birthday present because of bills, the one thing i can think of is not something she is interested in (an actual massage from a female masseuse that she is friends with). Gea is not happy with me, our money situation, and my Halo addiction. Her Windows Phone breaks, she uses my old IPhone, and around the end of April i use the iPhone to order food and see that the web browser is open to some mans profile.
I start to feel liberated, I spend a month or so spiraling out of control, messaging Raven on FB, but things are working out with Samwise again, we message for a while. Ravens birthday passes.
I ask Gea about the profile, she says that she still gets spam e-mails from when we both were on multiple sites and wound up together, and it opened up and she didn't close it. I don't know.... But i was not able to tell her what i did in response
Eventually I get raven to hidden friend me on Facebook.
we start texting. I ask her if she swings, She tells me about here.
I Misinterpret it as an arms length invitation.
I start asking about photos and videos, even if i cannot play my self (Other men are ok as casual fuckbuddies for raven, but Samwise still hates me - even if he didn't and Gea is in the danelaw and would understand).
The attempt to repair the cracked screen has failed, by phone is down, and the last text i got from raven is the one where she said that "fuck buddies are one thing, but she doesn't want to be oogled by her ex
Ex Husband? Ex Boyfriend? Ex Property? Ex Dupe?
If i fail in repairing my marriage to Gea (my heart is not in it, and I now play halo to not cry), how do i rebuild the bridges that never existed with Samwise?
Written by HHMCameron
Published 19th November 2014 6:35pm
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/185088-betawolf-breakdown-wednesday-june-27/
How do you get someone that you offended when he took the one you really loved to allow you to share her... or them? (did i say beta... maybe i should say omega, certainly fits the way i feel)
How evil am I?
How broken am I?
====================================
I met a woman nigh on 20 years ago, (lets call her Raven) we live very far apart, i managed to visit every weekend or so, I was never jealous of the other men that Raven was seeing, when i could come, she was always making time for me, and she was always on the phone with me.
Like clockwork, she would leave me a little before valentines day, and come back to me shortly there after. I was always her life line.
Raven leaves me three years later after I realize that it is getting harder and harder to control my self with her and reduced the number of visits..
Two years later, she Calls me up telling me that she is planning on moving in. I am starting a relationship with someone, and i tell her no, the relationship shatters.
a few months later, when i finally work up the courage, she is in a relationship.
I eventually get married to someone else (Lets call her Porcelain Doll), it starts ok, but there is always something missing... Then Raven comes back into my life, and I am alive again. I tell Porcelain that i do not want to hurt her, but that I cannot go on like this, I go back to the phone crying. She makes me go back down stairs and take Porcelain back. I tell her that Raven and I want her to stay (Half right, the important one does-it takes me 7 years to break this geas.. seriously, 7 years? Celtic blood sucks I don't think that Raven is a Sidhe, but who knows). Porcelain says that Raven can move in, but that Raven will eventually find her own man and that raven and I cannot play. Porcelain was the senior wife, and so she made the rules, Raven was in my life, and i could accept hearing the moans from Ravens room because at least someone was having a good time.
Not quite following the rules, When ever there is a time in the morning before i go to work that Raven is home and Porcelain has already left, i would snuggle holding Raven while she slept, and just be. (i found out years later that she never knew. Though it may have started at her instigation initially and she just wasn't aware of the repetition over the months).
She tries to get me to leave Porcelain many times, and I am incapable of it.
Raven eventually meets Samwise. He eventually moves in, I think that Raven has let him know how I feel and what I believe is going on, but it appears now that he had DaneLaw sensibilities.
They announce their impending marriage, Porcelain is ecstatic, I start a slow collapse and go passive aggressive about it all, Bad enough Samwise moved in and we never became friends, but he acted stunned that i would respond to his happy time like he was tearing into my chest and ripping my heart and soul out, I refuse an offer of surrogate (none of Ravens children would ever be raised by Porcelain, and the method of delivery fell short of my hopes.)
They eventually move out after one morning where Samwise and Porcelain are working ... and she realizes that it is not Samwise holding her, she wakes up, and runs out of the room and calls Samwise, the Following exchange is very productive "No Means no" being answered by "From Her" (i really should have realized that she didn't know, and it was stupid of me to think that even if she did know that i would have to ask if she wanted it to continue). In one of the disagreements, Liken them leaving the house to a divorce.
About a month or more after they leave, they send an invitation, i cannot accept, especially since Porcelain wants to go and see the demon buried, and I do not trust my self during the challenge question.
Now that It is just me and Porcelain, I fall apart, start cruising AFF to find someone to make it easy for me to stay with Porcelain..., and eventually i see where Porcelain has told her friends about looking for a Lawyer.
Geas Conditions Fulfilled.
I divorce her.
Long after it would do me any good. (i think that i shattered porcelain doll when i left, and i regret that)
I look for many years, convincing my self that Raven is happy with Samwise, i get a better job, talk to a therapist for a few years, and meet Gea, my current wife.
When Raven calls, Gea is way smarter (and has a real job even if the absurdly long commute sucks it out of her), and shuts it down cold. For two years we were ok, despite 14% of our income going to her sisters household (should have been PolyGyny instead of one guy with two baby mamma's, one of which gets support, the one that is not my Sister in law). Its February of this year, and i get a FB request from Raven, i think i hit ignore.
April, the money issue is getting tighter, i cannot get Gea a birthday present because of bills, the one thing i can think of is not something she is interested in (an actual massage from a female masseuse that she is friends with). Gea is not happy with me, our money situation, and my Halo addiction. Her Windows Phone breaks, she uses my old IPhone, and around the end of April i use the iPhone to order food and see that the web browser is open to some mans profile.
I start to feel liberated, I spend a month or so spiraling out of control, messaging Raven on FB, but things are working out with Samwise again, we message for a while. Ravens birthday passes.
I ask Gea about the profile, she says that she still gets spam e-mails from when we both were on multiple sites and wound up together, and it opened up and she didn't close it. I don't know.... But i was not able to tell her what i did in response
Eventually I get raven to hidden friend me on Facebook.
we start texting. I ask her if she swings, She tells me about here.
I Misinterpret it as an arms length invitation.
I start asking about photos and videos, even if i cannot play my self (Other men are ok as casual fuckbuddies for raven, but Samwise still hates me - even if he didn't and Gea is in the danelaw and would understand).
The attempt to repair the cracked screen has failed, by phone is down, and the last text i got from raven is the one where she said that "fuck buddies are one thing, but she doesn't want to be oogled by her ex
Ex Husband? Ex Boyfriend? Ex Property? Ex Dupe?
If i fail in repairing my marriage to Gea (my heart is not in it, and I now play halo to not cry), how do i rebuild the bridges that never existed with Samwise?
Written by HHMCameron
Published 19th November 2014 6:35pm
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/185088-betawolf-breakdown-wednesday-june-27/
The Boss's Wife, Daughter, And Mother
my boss is a bit of a prick
but he brought me a reluctant gift
for bring your daughter to work day
he brought his whole familay
they say three's company
I say three's fun for me
I pranked called him on the phone
pretended I was a client all alone
that I needed his advice about a business deal
he should come and consult quickly on the real
when he left the office me and his relatives had orgy
I jackhammered his wife, daughter,and mother glory
I injected their wombs with my hot man sauce
now they all pregnant, now who's the real boss?
he'll be having a brother, a stepson, and a grandson
whom will all be very smart and very handsome
they say three's company
I say three's fun for me
my boss is a bit of a prick
but he brought me a reluctant gift
for bring your daughter to work day
he brought his whole familay
they say three's company
I say three's fun for me
I pranked called him on the phone
pretended I was a client all alone
that I needed his advice about a business deal
he should come and consult quickly on the real
when he left the office me and his relatives had orgy
I jackhammered his wife, daughter,and mother glory
I injected their wombs with my hot man sauce
now they all pregnant, now who's the real boss?
he'll be having a brother, a stepson, and a grandson
whom will all be very smart and very handsome
they say three's company
I say three's fun for me
Female friends
Female friends are diverse
Some to see just to converse
Others are one's family friends
Domestic life to them extends.
Ones mate may have been lifelong
With relationships very strong
For fifty years being a couple
Still indulging in a cuddle
Then there are those to meet in private
To some of them you're just a client;
To others you are becoming chums
Relaxed in each others arms.
Female friends are diverse
Some to see just to converse
Others are one's family friends
Domestic life to them extends.
Ones mate may have been lifelong
With relationships very strong
For fifty years being a couple
Still indulging in a cuddle
Then there are those to meet in private
To some of them you're just a client;
To others you are becoming chums
Relaxed in each others arms.
Wow!
Plenty of reading here...
Thank you for entering Misters Cameron, Fantastic & Lover
Very kind of you to add to the library!
Al
;)
P.S Thank you so very much Missuses Demeanour & Savaja
Goodness the stuff coming out in this comp, is out of this world.
Plenty of reading here...
Thank you for entering Misters Cameron, Fantastic & Lover
Very kind of you to add to the library!
Al
;)
P.S Thank you so very much Missuses Demeanour & Savaja
Goodness the stuff coming out in this comp, is out of this world.
