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i get a hard-on just seeing your
i get a hard-on just seeing your
name in my e mailbox. i get a hard-on
getting a waft of your vanilla perfume
on papers you touched that I have
business with. why we choose
the partners we do, and then lust in
our hearts for others… who can say...
i am in awe of...
your shyness. i am in awe of your
nipples protruding and silhouetted on
your shirt. i am in awe of your painted toes.
i am in awe of your posture, and your god-
given ass and the contour it displays…i
am in awe of your taste in music. i am
in awe of guessing what you taste
like. i am in awe of the fantasies i have
designed in my mind as i jerk off to
these beautiful images of your body
next to mine in my mind. i am in awe of the
supreme power that sex with a
forbidden partner can conjure in our
fundaments.
we need to hold a sacred
agreement here that if this ever, so
ever gets to become a reality in our
paths, that cannot be avoided - we
should be a participant in this spiritual,
physical, and mindful doubts to reckon
as we prescribe the total skin to use
on each other…
i am in submission to
this ideal. i am in adherence to the
principal thought that it is better to heal
through bodily motions, than to hurt
through bodily motions. as i write this,
right this: i am thinking of us in those
motions, quite aloud. i am thinking of
us in an embrace that lasts for eons
or at least should. i am thinking
of when do we stop the cherish and
begin to swallow a passion that can
cure our worlds of all ills… at the least
our world...
oh …no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not another word of this purity for the sake
of pleasure…
we will exceed domain when domain is perched
upon the ledge of curiosity, and not a moment
before. all ya gotta do is say c'mon…
my pleasure would be to hold you in these
arms… and still, i am in awe of what it
would be like just to kiss you…….
for days on end...
name in my e mailbox. i get a hard-on
getting a waft of your vanilla perfume
on papers you touched that I have
business with. why we choose
the partners we do, and then lust in
our hearts for others… who can say...
i am in awe of...
your shyness. i am in awe of your
nipples protruding and silhouetted on
your shirt. i am in awe of your painted toes.
i am in awe of your posture, and your god-
given ass and the contour it displays…i
am in awe of your taste in music. i am
in awe of guessing what you taste
like. i am in awe of the fantasies i have
designed in my mind as i jerk off to
these beautiful images of your body
next to mine in my mind. i am in awe of the
supreme power that sex with a
forbidden partner can conjure in our
fundaments.
we need to hold a sacred
agreement here that if this ever, so
ever gets to become a reality in our
paths, that cannot be avoided - we
should be a participant in this spiritual,
physical, and mindful doubts to reckon
as we prescribe the total skin to use
on each other…
i am in submission to
this ideal. i am in adherence to the
principal thought that it is better to heal
through bodily motions, than to hurt
through bodily motions. as i write this,
right this: i am thinking of us in those
motions, quite aloud. i am thinking of
us in an embrace that lasts for eons
or at least should. i am thinking
of when do we stop the cherish and
begin to swallow a passion that can
cure our worlds of all ills… at the least
our world...
oh …no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not another word of this purity for the sake
of pleasure…
we will exceed domain when domain is perched
upon the ledge of curiosity, and not a moment
before. all ya gotta do is say c'mon…
my pleasure would be to hold you in these
arms… and still, i am in awe of what it
would be like just to kiss you…….
for days on end...
Published 3rd Oct 2013
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3rd Oct 2013 3:35am
You are obviously having some very deep emotional struggles. Putting it in the light is a good thing...that is the best part of writing for me...I can get my thoughts and emotions out in the light and analyze them. I always encourage others to do that even if its in the form of expressive writing rather than poetry...which is what your piece is. This is a very heart felt and true-to-yourself expressive writing piece. Often times I begin with expressive writing in order to get everything out and on paper....and then I edit and put mechanics into place and it becomes poetry. Poetry causes you to reach and stretch in order to form your thoughts, ideas, emotions, etc in creative ways....to bend and manipulate words in order to place them together like a puzzled...the end result painting a picture for the reader. It takes skill, mechanics, and technique...and time...I've been studying poetry for 15 years or so...I'm still learning! I find that formal education wasn't really necessary, although I enjoyed it....but you can learn on your own! This is excellent expressive writing! You obviously have a talent for words!
4th Oct 2013 1:44am
thanks Cyn80
I admire your honesty. I've been writing for over 45 years, and it has all been a great learning curve. This latest experience has been a trial in yearning, and discipline.
Rev. Pete
I admire your honesty. I've been writing for over 45 years, and it has all been a great learning curve. This latest experience has been a trial in yearning, and discipline.
Rev. Pete
