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Zaynab_kamoonpury
Forum Posts: 69
Fire of Insight
3
Joined 4th Dec 2017 Forum Posts: 69
The gentler gender for gentlemen . (For contest)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
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I'm proud of belonging to the female race,
To hail from the fair sex
To be a part of womanhood , earthly sisterhood
Not only because I have far less hairy
Smoother, softer fairer pinker skin
than the gents and men
But also because it is only
Our womb that cradles the unborn human
That's why we are the cradle of civilisation and humanity.
And our womanly lap that ensures the survival of the human race
Our motherly lap is said to be a child's first university.
I don't even mind being referred to as the weaker sex
For I connote it to refer to how we are a delicate delicacy
Upon which our men ravish and feast upon
Wherein also lies part of our powers ironically.
I mean I have read of kings who gave up thrones
Just so they can feast their enamoured eyes upon and love a woman!
The chauvinistic world of men has tried to sideline us
Yet powerful women have risen and shone in all ages nevertheless.
Thank you God for creating the mother of all humanity, our first mother, Eve.
Long live womanhood, be proud of your gender.
Let's change the male dominated masculine mindset of this world
And make it more women friendly and feminine.
Men are referred to as gentlemen in English,
yet that can be paradoxically harsh in reality
For more women are gentler ironically .
A woman is flower power
That can shake the world with her delicate petals
As her softer voice has learnt
to pierce, melt and mould his fierce metals
of masculine armours of physical strength
Without employing swords or guns.
A woman is divine art admired by her admirers
A vital divine creation that creates and nurtures
because the Creator has entrusted her with that magnificent role.
( comments are fine but I don't invite them for such contest entries)
[/font]
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DawnRaider
Dr
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Dr
Fire of Insight
6
Joined 10th Oct 2018 Forum Posts: 31
First Time
August is party time at my family's home
friends and relatives congregate ready to celebrate!
This year is extra special; my elder sister's A level results
I'm happy, life's great until I see Angelina, my sister's best mate.
She's tall and striking of Spanish descent; long black hair and soft brown eyes
that flash and spark as she vents her feelings about the 'stupid brother' - clear hate
of me and I don't know why. I have 'feelings' for this girl I just can't explain.
At best I stand and stare, mouth agape, feeling foolish unable to articulate.
The rush of blood flows upwards reddening my cheek, leaving me stuttering,
unable to speak, feeling forlorn I head outside needing air for a 'head-ache'
feeling confused and upset by this turn of events that I'm struggling to face.
Angelina has had one too many; heading outside no doubt to inflict more pain
Usually I am the provocateur; the sassy younger brother ready with a flippant jibe.
Now I'm thinking of strategic retreat, self preservation of my wounded ego
Why is she here? softly calling me; no sign of her entourage to enjoy a spectacle
I'm puzzled to explain this strange behaviour. Hide; I'm so not ready for a conflict
She's looking high and low for me searching the garages just 50 feet way
I run to my den, made in the wood shed last summer, to enjoy in solitude
Pungent smells of oiled tools, creosote and new cut pine logs greet my senses
I can hear muted laughter and music from the party in the house
But all around me is still and quiet and as I crouch in the shadows
she stalks catlike and predatory into the shed with an exultant 'found you!'
I try bluster and bravado and attempt to slip past but she's having none of it
Instead I find myself gripped tight, hard up against the bench without a sound
Now she's working her hand down my pants caressing me none too gently
Pushing me down she kneels astride, lifts her cotton skirt revealing her mound
I'm not so naive; I understand when I'm in trouble ; 'fight or flight' an auto response
Hormone release they say. My cock stands rigid to my dismay
Angelina feels it too and feeds it greedily up inside, her breathless moaning noisy;
me? .. petrified. Was this what I have dreamed about on all those sticky nights alone?
With this same girl, pert nipples glistening with a damp sheen in the dim light
now rocking and bucking as if on her horse, rising and falling her voice now hoarse she gasps and re-doubles her effort, biting her lip she subsides with a shudder
leaning forward she kisses me hard and under her breath threatens me with death
should I ever even think of telling a soul; be that friends, sister or even a preacher.
She dresses quickly and then she has gone; no farewell my love or see you later.
I lay awhile pondering my state, no longer a virgin but still without a girlfriend
I wanted a girl to cuddle up beside me but all the lust in the world will not change my situation when all I really needed was a girl to
love.
friends and relatives congregate ready to celebrate!
This year is extra special; my elder sister's A level results
I'm happy, life's great until I see Angelina, my sister's best mate.
She's tall and striking of Spanish descent; long black hair and soft brown eyes
that flash and spark as she vents her feelings about the 'stupid brother' - clear hate
of me and I don't know why. I have 'feelings' for this girl I just can't explain.
At best I stand and stare, mouth agape, feeling foolish unable to articulate.
The rush of blood flows upwards reddening my cheek, leaving me stuttering,
unable to speak, feeling forlorn I head outside needing air for a 'head-ache'
feeling confused and upset by this turn of events that I'm struggling to face.
Angelina has had one too many; heading outside no doubt to inflict more pain
Usually I am the provocateur; the sassy younger brother ready with a flippant jibe.
Now I'm thinking of strategic retreat, self preservation of my wounded ego
Why is she here? softly calling me; no sign of her entourage to enjoy a spectacle
I'm puzzled to explain this strange behaviour. Hide; I'm so not ready for a conflict
She's looking high and low for me searching the garages just 50 feet way
I run to my den, made in the wood shed last summer, to enjoy in solitude
Pungent smells of oiled tools, creosote and new cut pine logs greet my senses
I can hear muted laughter and music from the party in the house
But all around me is still and quiet and as I crouch in the shadows
she stalks catlike and predatory into the shed with an exultant 'found you!'
I try bluster and bravado and attempt to slip past but she's having none of it
Instead I find myself gripped tight, hard up against the bench without a sound
Now she's working her hand down my pants caressing me none too gently
Pushing me down she kneels astride, lifts her cotton skirt revealing her mound
I'm not so naive; I understand when I'm in trouble ; 'fight or flight' an auto response
Hormone release they say. My cock stands rigid to my dismay
Angelina feels it too and feeds it greedily up inside, her breathless moaning noisy;
me? .. petrified. Was this what I have dreamed about on all those sticky nights alone?
With this same girl, pert nipples glistening with a damp sheen in the dim light
now rocking and bucking as if on her horse, rising and falling her voice now hoarse she gasps and re-doubles her effort, biting her lip she subsides with a shudder
leaning forward she kisses me hard and under her breath threatens me with death
should I ever even think of telling a soul; be that friends, sister or even a preacher.
She dresses quickly and then she has gone; no farewell my love or see you later.
I lay awhile pondering my state, no longer a virgin but still without a girlfriend
I wanted a girl to cuddle up beside me but all the lust in the world will not change my situation when all I really needed was a girl to
love.
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(Dr)
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snugglebuck
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Dangerous Mind
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WHITE PANTS
I’m embarrassed
To share this
But at the school dance
I accidentally
Shit my pants!
I had messed
My rented
White Tux
With brown
Sticky stuff
I didn’t notice
What I did
At first
Thinking I farted
A burst
But then
A classmate
Named Vance
Said, “Snug
Did you know
That you just
Shit your pants?”
And thereafter
No girl
Would ever dance
With a jackass
Who had just
Shit his pants
So my friends
Know in advance
Don’t pass gas
At the school dance
Because you might
End up with
Shit in your pants
To share this
But at the school dance
I accidentally
Shit my pants!
I had messed
My rented
White Tux
With brown
Sticky stuff
I didn’t notice
What I did
At first
Thinking I farted
A burst
But then
A classmate
Named Vance
Said, “Snug
Did you know
That you just
Shit your pants?”
And thereafter
No girl
Would ever dance
With a jackass
Who had just
Shit his pants
So my friends
Know in advance
Don’t pass gas
At the school dance
Because you might
End up with
Shit in your pants
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enigmasthoughts
Q.
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Twisted Dreamer
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Wow. 👏
SatInUGal
Kumar
Forum Posts: 941
Kumar
Dangerous Mind
25
Joined 31st Dec 2015Forum Posts: 941
"POOPING"
It was 2010.
NL Division Series—
Giants and Phillies.
Game 4 in SF—
Oswalt on the mound in the
bottom of the 9th.
Uribe hit a
sacrifice fly to left field
scoring Aubrey Huff.
All the fans went nuts
at the only playoff game
I’d ever been to.
Sent father-in-law
a text saying “Ooooo-reebay!”—
or I thought I did...
because just before
sent, I saw auto-correct
change it to “Pooping!”
😵
NL Division Series—
Giants and Phillies.
Game 4 in SF—
Oswalt on the mound in the
bottom of the 9th.
Uribe hit a
sacrifice fly to left field
scoring Aubrey Huff.
All the fans went nuts
at the only playoff game
I’d ever been to.
Sent father-in-law
a text saying “Ooooo-reebay!”—
or I thought I did...
because just before
sent, I saw auto-correct
change it to “Pooping!”
😵
Written by SatInUGal
(Kumar)
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crimsin
Unveiling
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Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2666
Blush
I was sixteen
young and dumb...
a breastfeeding mom
I had gained a little weight during pregnancy
it was the 80's and jazzercize was real big
so I thought I would dance off the lbs.
I went to the studio
they had an on site daycare
I dropped baby off
and proceeded to dance my ass off
during all the activity
my breasts started to become real tight
all the blood pumping dancing had filled my breasts
milk barely contained was threatening to burst out
I went to pick up baby
leaning against the counter while I wait
from the nursery I could hear baby crying
I looked down the flood gates had opened
breast milk all over the counter
I took baby and never went back
blush...
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(Unveiling)
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Forum Posts: 29
Fire of Insight
1
Joined 10th Sep 2014Forum Posts: 29
Schema of an Embarrassment
It's been a long time. I understand.
Since first and second grade.
We were all in line about to go outside when I turned out to have my shoes untied and you tied them for me.
Second grade:
I was the child that walked in on her in the restroom
when the boys had missed their mark enough for our teacher to crack the door.
Not to knock on a cracked door, mind you,
the bladder had soppy stepped up onto my brain.
And a fountain —
yes, of the future, but already drooling in the petite room,
then sputtered off.
She sat like a girl.
A girl sits after all.
With her pants curled up her leg.
Leg? I just saw her criss-cross hands.
All I wanna do is talk and catch up on some things.
She had defended me. The tall wires that coil on small boys
rewound with her retort.
My knight in shining gold
shower
looks about to cry on her kneeling pose of porcelain.
The assessment of a young female knight.
The wires coiled around my throat
as an enemy ushered my calcified body from the oven where there boiled her tears and my sweat,
wondering why I don't move
and save her the eyes of the other second graders
and perserve my knight
by a glimpse between her and only
me — secret of friend.
But she said, "Close the door."
And someone else answered the nerves howling on her face.
Do you remember me?
I'm sorry about seven years ago.
I had flashbacks of that moment for five whole years
in more heat flushes as I grew.
I wish I had closed the door
and you wouldn't have relinquished me
as your charge.
You do look really pretty now...
Hey, I noticed you live out of state.
Why are you ignoring me?
Please tell me wat I did, so I can fully repent.
Until then, all I can do is say that I'm sorry over and over and I know you don't want that.
Since first and second grade.
We were all in line about to go outside when I turned out to have my shoes untied and you tied them for me.
Second grade:
I was the child that walked in on her in the restroom
when the boys had missed their mark enough for our teacher to crack the door.
Not to knock on a cracked door, mind you,
the bladder had soppy stepped up onto my brain.
And a fountain —
yes, of the future, but already drooling in the petite room,
then sputtered off.
She sat like a girl.
A girl sits after all.
With her pants curled up her leg.
Leg? I just saw her criss-cross hands.
All I wanna do is talk and catch up on some things.
She had defended me. The tall wires that coil on small boys
rewound with her retort.
My knight in shining gold
shower
looks about to cry on her kneeling pose of porcelain.
The assessment of a young female knight.
The wires coiled around my throat
as an enemy ushered my calcified body from the oven where there boiled her tears and my sweat,
wondering why I don't move
and save her the eyes of the other second graders
and perserve my knight
by a glimpse between her and only
me — secret of friend.
But she said, "Close the door."
And someone else answered the nerves howling on her face.
Do you remember me?
I'm sorry about seven years ago.
I had flashbacks of that moment for five whole years
in more heat flushes as I grew.
I wish I had closed the door
and you wouldn't have relinquished me
as your charge.
You do look really pretty now...
Hey, I noticed you live out of state.
Why are you ignoring me?
Please tell me wat I did, so I can fully repent.
Until then, all I can do is say that I'm sorry over and over and I know you don't want that.
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jade tiger
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Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
Out The Cage
‘Twas for a time when I was young,
I slept right through a string of dates
With boys much younger than my age;
It was their first time out the cage.
Who didn’t know how to give tongue,
A sack of hammers wouldn’t rate.
Though none of us had body hair.
None on their face & none down there.
All inexperienced and dumb,
With brains that screamed Jus’ gimme some!
And set aside their childish pranks,
Though still they all were numb as planks.
It’s only just a matter when
Disaster comes and writes the rules,
Tattooed across your ass and then
We’ll set sail on the ship of fools.
Let’s not forget, there was a date;
The Fickle Finger of my fate:
Back when I worked in Hollywood
And took on everything I could,
I was the mail room, me myself;
Was for a magazine, defunct.
A neat-as-pin and full of spunk
The staffers’ only little elf.
Then came the autumn’s overtime:
The congress’ special quarterly.
Raised from a ‘nickel’ to a ‘dime’,
In every shipment’s trip to take
The bulk by van downtown I’d make.
They hired an extra boy for me.
He threw himself into the work,
We got along, he’s not a jerk!
And kinda cute I felt, no doubt,
And after time, he asked me out.
I drove us to a place to eat,
I had a car. It was my treat.
Then often, after work, we two
Would hang out at his bungalow
Not far from where we earned our dough.
The family came from Arkansas,
At times I got to meet his Ma’
Who worked two shifts at the Bijou.
An evening when we’d spend the time,
We’d sit and rock the porch’s swing
And talk about most anything.
Like shopping at the five & dime,
Or what was sitting on the lawn.
He had a thought, then came the dawn.
A little trailer sleeping two
If you were lucky, had a clue,
Had sat within the yard a few;
Why waste an invitation to...
He leapt up off the swing to gaze
Upon the trailer thru’ the haze.
The fog would often settle low
When drifting in off Zuma Beach.
And even tho’ within arm’s reach,
A guess I’d made and put to bed,
I saw the gears turn in his head.
I thought I’d skip the kiss & go.
But Junior was ahead of me.
He took my arm & jumped the steps,
Pulled wide the door, I held my breath
‘Till suddenly, he pushed me in.
I’d fallen on a padded bench
The kind for sitting when you eat.
I thought aloud sarcastic’lly
“Oh lucky me”, by trailer hitch,
To try and pork me in the dark
Just for a lark, ain’t that a bitch.
No torch to see ironic’lly,
It wouldn’t count math’matic’ly.
He didn’t even grope, not once
While on all fours to penetrate,
And there I’m thinking ‘doggy-style’.
He’s gotta know, the donkey dunce,
To anyone who’s fucked a while.
He’s in a ‘rage’ and cannot wait.
The pokes, the fumbles getting in;
My patience wearing kinda thin.
I tried to help, I reached behind
And nearly missed and couldn’t find
Just what the hell was on his mind:
Dude make your move before I’m dry!
And meantime with the curtains drawn,
We both of us preoccupied,
The headlights flash and pass beyond
The moment when I thought I’d die.
With Junior now on top of me:
The ultimate insanity.
Without a plan for anal sex,
He had to have it, fuck it all!
I felt in mortal danger then,
I had to redirect his bend
Or it would be the end of me,
His cock was huge & he was tall!
I couldn’t get him off for shit,
I tried to talk him out of it.
I don’t know why I thought I could,
His head was hard just like his wood!
But then I shifted hips and rump;
I felt him slide into the front.
That seemed to satisfy his crave,
To save my ass another day,
He mashed his face into my hair.
I closed my eyes, I wasn’t there
As Junior grabbed my hips & humped,
Until his grunts were filled with doubt.
I tensed myself; he found me out??
He rolled his hips in disbelief,
That even he knew ass is tight,
And shouted out ”Damn, girl, you’re loose!!”
Outside, the bellows of a moose!
And then came MA’ in from the night!!!
I slept right through a string of dates
With boys much younger than my age;
It was their first time out the cage.
Who didn’t know how to give tongue,
A sack of hammers wouldn’t rate.
Though none of us had body hair.
None on their face & none down there.
All inexperienced and dumb,
With brains that screamed Jus’ gimme some!
And set aside their childish pranks,
Though still they all were numb as planks.
It’s only just a matter when
Disaster comes and writes the rules,
Tattooed across your ass and then
We’ll set sail on the ship of fools.
Let’s not forget, there was a date;
The Fickle Finger of my fate:
Back when I worked in Hollywood
And took on everything I could,
I was the mail room, me myself;
Was for a magazine, defunct.
A neat-as-pin and full of spunk
The staffers’ only little elf.
Then came the autumn’s overtime:
The congress’ special quarterly.
Raised from a ‘nickel’ to a ‘dime’,
In every shipment’s trip to take
The bulk by van downtown I’d make.
They hired an extra boy for me.
He threw himself into the work,
We got along, he’s not a jerk!
And kinda cute I felt, no doubt,
And after time, he asked me out.
I drove us to a place to eat,
I had a car. It was my treat.
Then often, after work, we two
Would hang out at his bungalow
Not far from where we earned our dough.
The family came from Arkansas,
At times I got to meet his Ma’
Who worked two shifts at the Bijou.
An evening when we’d spend the time,
We’d sit and rock the porch’s swing
And talk about most anything.
Like shopping at the five & dime,
Or what was sitting on the lawn.
He had a thought, then came the dawn.
A little trailer sleeping two
If you were lucky, had a clue,
Had sat within the yard a few;
Why waste an invitation to...
He leapt up off the swing to gaze
Upon the trailer thru’ the haze.
The fog would often settle low
When drifting in off Zuma Beach.
And even tho’ within arm’s reach,
A guess I’d made and put to bed,
I saw the gears turn in his head.
I thought I’d skip the kiss & go.
But Junior was ahead of me.
He took my arm & jumped the steps,
Pulled wide the door, I held my breath
‘Till suddenly, he pushed me in.
I’d fallen on a padded bench
The kind for sitting when you eat.
I thought aloud sarcastic’lly
“Oh lucky me”, by trailer hitch,
To try and pork me in the dark
Just for a lark, ain’t that a bitch.
No torch to see ironic’lly,
It wouldn’t count math’matic’ly.
He didn’t even grope, not once
While on all fours to penetrate,
And there I’m thinking ‘doggy-style’.
He’s gotta know, the donkey dunce,
To anyone who’s fucked a while.
He’s in a ‘rage’ and cannot wait.
The pokes, the fumbles getting in;
My patience wearing kinda thin.
I tried to help, I reached behind
And nearly missed and couldn’t find
Just what the hell was on his mind:
Dude make your move before I’m dry!
And meantime with the curtains drawn,
We both of us preoccupied,
The headlights flash and pass beyond
The moment when I thought I’d die.
With Junior now on top of me:
The ultimate insanity.
Without a plan for anal sex,
He had to have it, fuck it all!
I felt in mortal danger then,
I had to redirect his bend
Or it would be the end of me,
His cock was huge & he was tall!
I couldn’t get him off for shit,
I tried to talk him out of it.
I don’t know why I thought I could,
His head was hard just like his wood!
But then I shifted hips and rump;
I felt him slide into the front.
That seemed to satisfy his crave,
To save my ass another day,
He mashed his face into my hair.
I closed my eyes, I wasn’t there
As Junior grabbed my hips & humped,
Until his grunts were filled with doubt.
I tensed myself; he found me out??
He rolled his hips in disbelief,
That even he knew ass is tight,
And shouted out ”Damn, girl, you’re loose!!”
Outside, the bellows of a moose!
And then came MA’ in from the night!!!
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(jade tiger)
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Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1874
Young Boy and MC
“What are you looking at?”
She said annoyed in class,
She caught him staring again,
It was first his crush,
But then, he was only ten.
He was a scrawny little kid,
With glasses and curly hair,
A romantic staring off into space,
Lost in the awe of her pretty face.
And sometimes he glanced,
Dreaming up schemes to talk to her,
Coming up with lines just in case,
But still in awe of her pretty face.
“What are you staring at?”
She said always feeling irritated
Still he dreamt of her embrace,
Always in awe of her pretty face.
One day as he hurried down the stairs,
He slid down the hand rails,
Bumping into her knocking her down,
In front of everyone,
And in the process
Getting his foot stuck in the rails,
Needing help from his friends.
He never looked at her again,
But only thought of her face,
And even some thirty years later,
It’s a memory he can never erase.
One day he saw her on the street,
Like another face in the crowd,
And he smiled to himself because MC
Like him,
Was all grown-up,
And that young boy was me.
“What are you looking at?”
She said annoyed in class,
She caught him staring again,
It was first his crush,
But then, he was only ten.
He was a scrawny little kid,
With glasses and curly hair,
A romantic staring off into space,
Lost in the awe of her pretty face.
And sometimes he glanced,
Dreaming up schemes to talk to her,
Coming up with lines just in case,
But still in awe of her pretty face.
“What are you staring at?”
She said always feeling irritated
Still he dreamt of her embrace,
Always in awe of her pretty face.
One day as he hurried down the stairs,
He slid down the hand rails,
Bumping into her knocking her down,
In front of everyone,
And in the process
Getting his foot stuck in the rails,
Needing help from his friends.
He never looked at her again,
But only thought of her face,
And even some thirty years later,
It’s a memory he can never erase.
One day he saw her on the street,
Like another face in the crowd,
And he smiled to himself because MC
Like him,
Was all grown-up,
And that young boy was me.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Forum Posts: 5134
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
Wow, what an amazing theme & outcome with all the solid entries of the blushing moments we participants shared.,, truly awesome!
When our host, A_Failed_Artist, asked us to “Go Deep...”, I found myself doing just that, and brought up a sizable stunner of a blusher!
I also appreciated Crimson’s own unique moment as it struck! Congratulations, Brenda!
And my thanks to all who voted, whoever you voted for. I so enjoyed the spirit of this competition!
My best wishes to all during the holidays,
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Jade
When our host, A_Failed_Artist, asked us to “Go Deep...”, I found myself doing just that, and brought up a sizable stunner of a blusher!
I also appreciated Crimson’s own unique moment as it struck! Congratulations, Brenda!
And my thanks to all who voted, whoever you voted for. I so enjoyed the spirit of this competition!
My best wishes to all during the holidays,
ever
Jade
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Joined 25th Jan 2011 Forum Posts: 2666
congratulation beautiful Jade 🌹
thank you to those who voted for choosing me as runnerup 💕
thank you to those who voted for choosing me as runnerup 💕