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In Case You Wondered...
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In Case You Wondered... It just does not seem adequate to say it to you alone, For your eyes and your ears only, I could shout this to every person within a 10 mile radius And it still wouldn't be enough of a declaration... For I want you to hear it on every level. To know it within you, Like your heart beating inevitable. I want you to know with every sinew, Every drop of your sweat, Every moment of pause, When you can savor the thought of us, Every orgasm you usher out on our behalf - I think about you nearly non-stop. In my dreams we are doing all the obvious things, And yet... Often it's more just that For- you have seeped deeply into my consciousness, I see us... You're picking up a towel, You're riding on a merry-go-round , We're dancing the samba, We're dining by the pier, at sunset, There are so many mundane moments in these dreams... In between those other dream-moments Those where you are engorged, Hot and hard into me In between the moments Where I am sliding above you or Below you, where you are holding me We're grunting, or where You're slicing me open, When we're exchange our fluids, our essence... Your face is between my legs and I am fucking you Sadistically riding your mouth, You are devouring My soul through my cunt- and We're both covered in a film, A miasma of funk...each Mingling of each other's sweat, Our scent blended as a metaphor for your cock inside me, Spearing me all the way past my torso, snaking up my spine Quivering firing all my synapses, My soul riding your soul, your soul riding mine, Both of us transcending space and time, Our bodies moistened beyond decorum, Past caring, into the realm of a sickness... Oh yes there are dangerous moments, I wake up panting, my thighs soaked, I see flashes of what was in that particular dream, I long to capture the vision and Articulate it, but they do evaporate, Just as the tightening ache deep within me Can be calmed with my self-orgasms, The pathetic substitute of you within and upon me, Not enough but what I have so it will have to do. But *even* beyond that, Beyond those dreams of Bruising, mashing, pulverizing You're there, in my mind In scores of everyday snapshots - As simple as sewing a button on a sweater... As common as raking leaves... As practical as picking up a gallon of milk on your way home... Your voice dwells within me, A constant, blissful, sinful hum - Your face, a beacon, a super nova's shine- Your eyes upon my eyes, boring my soul, Your skin, your tongue, your cock - Each, a taste my mouth craves To swallow, suck, and know. And so I tell you, In this other sort of letter, That you... you have embedding yourself Even into the crevices of My sub-conscious. Be at rest, I am aware that This telling of it Comes as no surprise to you... I am aware you know it all, And yet, and yet - Still I had to do it, I was compelled to Commit myself in text... In writing it out, I give you even more of myself and Make myself even more YOURS A flaming want that flies to where you are And hears each time you say MINE A song chiming, myself rejoicing in the word.       |
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You have an amazing talent. Have a lovely afternoon! MT
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5/9/2010 9:23 am |
You have an amazing talent.
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I did indeed. Thank you  MT
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Dear Ms. Lovely Leo, Ah you are too good to me, my charming stalker-chickie. Kisses to Put on Your Stalker Shrine, MT (teasingly) 
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Yes. And fire personified owns all flame. It is of him. Inseparable. Flame is an attribute of fire. Flame, heat, warmth, flicker, smoke, engulf, invade, pervasive, inferno. MT (to be filled) (and I heard "mine," in there, somewhere.)
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Dear DWS, I *am* *so* *confused.* You seem to feel I have now seen one or more pictures. This is not the case. Or if you sent, where are they? I am not trying to be difficult (as May West said "it just comes naturally.") but...but? Where? What do I imagine you to look like? I imagine you to be Latino and a little heavy set with glasses, tending towards gothic clothes- dark jeans, black worn Clash T shirt. Beyond this, what *do* you look like? Is this accurate? Am I way off? Are you a pasty faced White kid wearing oxfords and working in an office? Could be, could be. Are you an obese 80 year old woman with a list? Could be, could be. Anyway, lemme know where the secret password or the treasure chest of pictures or whatnot might be. Remember "Choose Your Own Adventure" books? Those were cool. MT
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Dear LipsSayAll, You're welcome. I think many, many, many of us have been 'there.' MT
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LOL!!!!! I could be like the other dudes here pretending to know WTF you are talking about...... ??? sighs...... Shoulda stayed in school...... but wallet making is a noble profession....... Did you make referance to your vagina in there sumwhere??? I love sharkskin or alligator skin leather goods. What sort of wallets are you making? Ideally they would be of a vividly hued leather (snakeskin also very cool) and full of money! My vagina is ALL I talk about Dicey. Please to be reading between the lines. Wet n Stuff, MT
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Existence precedes essence. I claim, I am, we are, it is. And you claim, and it is. Will be. There is no nothingness like the internet, it is the ideal void. Void with utmost capacity, and devoid of body and tangible. And yet, it is plentiful, vast, all, everything- in being shapeless it can be of any or every shape. I almost think if man made his/her God, than it is only by a natural sort of progression of absurdity that man/woman made God-like this place. A fearful, terrible, flawed God. A silly, profane, absurd God. A God of wires/cables/chips/blips/satellite signals bounding through the stratosphere... flawed, illicit, without parameters, and beyond the scope of most people's reckoning. Not as far-fetched as some would like us to believe. So, I fling myself upon the pyre of virtual God, an offering to you. Take it and feel not compelled to put your own on this fire. A little humor and a few cryptic lines of verse the more the less are not enough to stop this elephant's charge (see my Kali post if this seems too vague) I'll add this: Human existence cannot have a relationship with being unless it remains in the midst of nothingness. - M. Heidegger this: If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there? - Richard Bach And this: I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong. - John Lennon
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3/8/2010 8:31 am |
LOL!!!!! I could be like the other dudes here pretending to know WTF you are talking about...... ??? sighs...... Shoulda stayed in school...... but wallet making is a noble profession....... Did you make referance to your vagina in there sumwhere??? Dice has felt the need to improve your boring blog???????
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmk? Huh? Hola to you to, senor. MT
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Dear Vaughn, Thank you! I feel all those feelings, and I do think they are well-conveyed. I hope the recipient responds as you and DWS have (pretty sure he will). Damn me but it's fun seducing all you fellows via my blog. I have to say. Hehehe. Pleasurably, MT
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Dear DWS, Good. I mean, that was what I was going for. Good to know it did the trick. Thank you for the verse. I hope you saw my comments regarding your picture. As I said there, I am unable to view pictures that are 'explicit' even if I am a woman and have been chatting many years- apparently it's just how my particular account is skewed on Hookup.Date Naughty Affair Dating. Likewise, not able to view network or friend picture portfolios. Not sure but it's always been this way. So, I have (as said) no idea what you look like, dear. MT
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