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.:Day Camp for Strays:.
not a peep show…more
tuned & in-tune to a freak show,,, one well wrapped
once unveiled she’s committed. wondering what’s with it?
the mad, us lads sharing this… we call it
the bare shared in all of this…this one
she says, give me somethin to kiss
pleasantly packaged and positioned as a paramour
ready to soar, the bull, the crap, the cock
the smudged letters; the settled upon numbers
the finger pointing. Dare we say it was like a daycare
a place where the kid’s play lingers there
this damsel doubles-down; she gets it…doable
it’s about getting making it all accruable
making all this, making it all appear fair
then onto what’s rare…the care, this taker
never the faker..
this secret agent placed in charge
she and her affectionate ways; the passion in how she plays
the pulling, the placing of our…man made up minds
good times gathering us along with our C-notes
another session of a.. glamourized psycho
let’s go, no restraints least none to speak of
with love…what love?
pretty patience placed into practice
built to crack us…once paid up, she’ll fade up
wherein we the hard-up will start-up
she’ll be having us act-up attaining the facts
nothing here lacks.. here by way of the metrics
her tactics, we’re hoping praying to measure up
::Oh GOD I’m COMING…I’m Here!!!
her body seemingly everywhere
attempting to achieve a double-spaced taste
nothing to waste…below and above tha waist
the tripling up on any innuendo, our crescendo
with all due care…this is about to go beyond rare
an all out affair; an out of body experience
she’s wrapped up and around for who?
for you…for what you’ll do
takes time to get this new…so true…all
the tit for tat one can possibly stand
built for every man, any man, any minor or major can
any man meandering in his own decency
any man seeking his own harlot of harmony
the love of contentment; that
need for her concurrence
her heat…exactly like a furnace; blowing
the men coming then going; all knowing
come little doggie, it’s barking time and
we’re in the need of a known howl…
…thirst-in’
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photo: jason renek
Published 8th May 2013
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Anonymous
8th May 2013 2:25pm
I like this one, the flow and structure are perfected..says so much with all it doesn't
yet it gives enough to create a real connection with the reader..well penned, in that ole style, I always dig!
yet it gives enough to create a real connection with the reader..well penned, in that ole style, I always dig!
8th May 2013 3:10pm
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yes. whittled a bit
had conversation w/ kexby about less being more in terms of
erotica. not quite there. a work in progress
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yes. whittled a bit
had conversation w/ kexby about less being more in terms of
erotica. not quite there. a work in progress
.
8th May 2013 3:01pm
the smudged letters; the settled upon numbers
the finger pointing. Dare we say it was like a daycare
a place where the kid’s play lingers there
this damsel doubles-down; she gets it…doable
it’s about getting making it all accruable
making all this, making it all appear fair
then onto what’s rare…the care, this taker
never the faker..
this secret agent placed in charge
she and her affectionate ways; the passion in how she plays
the pulling, the placing of our…man made up minds
good times gathering us along with our C-notes
another session of a.. glamourized psycho
let’s go, no restraints least none to speak of
with love…what love?
My favorite section.
You know, I often wonder how the hearts of women, who make a business of sex-- how their hearts die. I wonder if its a slow death, or if it agonizing, and torturous.
They are the trickster, but your comparison to a day care was interesting. I'm like.. why daycare, why use that analogy. I read it last night and started to understand. The men, these patrons of her passion reliquish their responsibility, entrust their flesh to our fastidious foreman of the establishment.
and once, services are rendered, she rends you. and you don't even know it.
harlot of harmony
love that line. she does maintain the peice.
but sadly, she never returns it.
never once planned to.
the finger pointing. Dare we say it was like a daycare
a place where the kid’s play lingers there
this damsel doubles-down; she gets it…doable
it’s about getting making it all accruable
making all this, making it all appear fair
then onto what’s rare…the care, this taker
never the faker..
this secret agent placed in charge
she and her affectionate ways; the passion in how she plays
the pulling, the placing of our…man made up minds
good times gathering us along with our C-notes
another session of a.. glamourized psycho
let’s go, no restraints least none to speak of
with love…what love?
My favorite section.
You know, I often wonder how the hearts of women, who make a business of sex-- how their hearts die. I wonder if its a slow death, or if it agonizing, and torturous.
They are the trickster, but your comparison to a day care was interesting. I'm like.. why daycare, why use that analogy. I read it last night and started to understand. The men, these patrons of her passion reliquish their responsibility, entrust their flesh to our fastidious foreman of the establishment.
and once, services are rendered, she rends you. and you don't even know it.
harlot of harmony
love that line. she does maintain the peice.
but sadly, she never returns it.
never once planned to.
8th May 2013 3:21pm
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idk.. women? men? those in the sex workers biz? their patrons? i'd suppose their approach to mortality is as varied as everybody else.. outside of an artistic venue like this one where the focus cn be narrowed, to me i'd be kinda hard to pinpoint one's view on death based on their vocation.
i dunno.. never really thought about it.. just jottin down stuff i've come across. thanks for the comment n thoughts
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idk.. women? men? those in the sex workers biz? their patrons? i'd suppose their approach to mortality is as varied as everybody else.. outside of an artistic venue like this one where the focus cn be narrowed, to me i'd be kinda hard to pinpoint one's view on death based on their vocation.
i dunno.. never really thought about it.. just jottin down stuff i've come across. thanks for the comment n thoughts
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Anonymous
8th May 2013 7:31pm
kritical mass here...nice write strider
