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Soft Brown Eyes
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Posted:Aug 12, 2021 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 12:37 am
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Black of night rockets flash
blistering heat rockets flash
his best friends brains in his lap
Why am I still here shame and sorrow hit
Cold nose and soft brown eyes and a chewed
off ear it is ok I know where you been , I care
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Dreams of Orgasms
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Posted:Nov 22, 2015 2:15 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2021 12:31 am
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Journal Entry | 2 Comments · 1 Loves It | over 3 years ago
I was laying in bed unable to sleep.
Memories like a bebe bouncing around like in a box.
Orgasms from days gone by.
Orgasms from a young woman just married.
i have to laugh for back then there were no orgasms.
Wow have I come a long way.
Now I love the feel of the orgasm as it rips through me
as I growl my release, and squirt all over some
unaware soul. Well not quite unaware. All those
I play with now are aware. they embrace my releases
and laugh as I expend my deluge.
But as I lay remembering my body aches, my ears
my soul listens for the sound.
The sound a man makes when he reaches release
and it is pulled from his very soul.
Oh how they hate to turn over that power. It has
to be the most powerful exchange, for that compact
little spot to grab a man and squeez him until
he releases all, yes all of him. Then she gathers
him in her arms and croons to him it is alright.
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Bacchus Dream
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Posted:Nov 12, 2015 4:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 11:34 pm
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Erotica | 3 Comments · 1 Loves It | about 1 year ago
As I lay spread on my lonely bed.
The sweet fumes of rich red wine
match the fuchsia red dildo. The
hum sings its sweet song to my clit
The vibration reaches deep within
making my core grab and pulse to
the music. The crechendo rising
stronger and stronger until it breaks
over me like the tidal wave over the
beach. My core reaches out and grabs
and pulses, my soul flies high then
as I crash to earth the tears and climax
flow forth and my soul is purged.
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LONG LIFE
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Posted:Nov 12, 2015 4:31 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2021 2:51 pm
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Note | about 1 year ago
this is a day to think and ponder what life is all about.
I think of myself as a quiet unassuming woman, yet
I have been described as strong and brave.
I carried my where ever we went for many
years, I wrote of my sorrow of her handicap, I mourned
in her death, and carried on.
I led my to be a strong and devoted man to stand
tall and believe in himself and his abilities.
I give my devotion and want the same in my friends.
I buried my second husband and went to a hillside
and screamed my sorrow, then went forward.
I stand alone most of the time funny I was told I needed to
learn to do this. Yet I weep at sad puppy eyes and rainbows.
I look to how I stand weather in a shadow or casting a
shadow.
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lost one found
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Posted:Nov 12, 2015 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2020 1:08 pm
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Journal Entry | about 1 year ago
have you ever gone to a card reader and been told
you make promesis to one another before you are
born.
Have you ever believed in a soulmate. The stories of
old that tell on a young soul that belongs to an old
soul.
We find it hard to look around and suddenly see someone
you feel attached to but you don't know them have never
met them but if you hear they are dead it rips your heart out.
Then you stand around why why do I feel like a part of
me is gone.
If this feeling is true and life does these things to us we
can only hope that the next time around things meet and
join as they are supposed to.
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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
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Posted:Nov 12, 2015 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2020 1:06 pm
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I was just in bed tossing and turning.
My mind looking at life and all we see.
Each second we live is the future.
Each breath we take is the future, or
the past.
So how important is it to live with each smell of the
damp earth after rain. To feel the hot sun on our
skin the feel of soft lips suckling at our breast
nibbled kisses. The crunch of gravel under foot.
The golden leaf as it floats to the ground.
I once wrote of death and dying, I have felt the
life of a go, to never hear her laugh again
I have cried over a man laying on a hill as the moon
shone bright and full. I have stood on a porch and
heard the song of a death flute for Fringed Skirt.
But now I hear the song in the breeze, the laughter
in the leaves, I feel the kiss of rain on my skin and I smile for
each second, each breath is now and I am alive.
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