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Stardust8937
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Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California
MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy–
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland–
where no one with a lick of sense
would ever go–
especially in the middle of August…
A place of tangled mesquite
and creosote,
and scorpions almost large
enough to saddle and ride–
Almost a place where time forgot–
with NO one but my horse and me
for miles around…
But then, I’ve always had
a larger than life
sense of myself.
An overblown ego
needing most of the time to simply
get over myself.
I’ve never even owned a horse–
Hell, I grew up a rich kid
mostly in Connecticut.
But what the heck my friends,
in my mind,
it’s been a good ride.
The sun scorched my brain a bit,
and some people fired a few slugs
over my head–
but all in all,
I did what I always do the best.
THAT’S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning…

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Just a random funny poem

My times has come, im been called home
Under those pearly gates i enter heavens dome
Death comes knocking, he wants my soul
My heart has died, turned black as coal
I thought a battle and lost out right
I gave up quick, didnt put up a fight
It was one against the world, no chance at all
Death is here, there’s no time to stall
My life followed the path of straight and narrow
My soul was one i had to borrow
My heart not mine, it never was
My body was given at someone else’s loss
Sorry about this poem been short, i wrote it a while ago when i first started writing poems
(had to write that so i could post the poem)

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just a short poem

an original limerick by wilburjorgeafraidya
there was once a broke lady writer from pawtucket
her chair was repo’d so she had to sit on a bucket
she licked the pen’s tip but did not suck it
she wrote a book about racoon cap wearing davy crockett
the fancy critics all said we must knock it
but then the book sales took off like a rocket
and then every bookstore manager said we must stock it
the lady writer took the profits and bought a gold locket
the end
dedicated to anyonewho writes or reads anything here and because i
need to add more characters to reach the magic number of five hundred letters
the screen say for me to publish above limerick

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I FEEL DIZZY by Sergio (LtnScorpio4x)
Round and round I go.
I catch a sphere spinning in my hands
Can I hold on for long?
If I fumble, will I fall?
Round and round I go again.
Wait, I feel dizzy now.
Round and round I go
Spinning and spinning are spheres I hold
Easy does it
The fight is to the force
Round and round I go.
I may teeter to the left
I may I totter to the right
Yet I hold on.
And I tweeter totter yet some more
Until I stumble and I do fall
Backwards I felt a crush to my heart and soul, almost sighs to get up fast, but short relief, and then, fear again. I have let go of the spinning spheres all but too long.
But I think quickly,
The spinning spheres shall be my guide, I explore my options.
It is okay to let them go. I have a new direction to take.
I stand and search.
I reach to take hold to that solid line, is my goal
I attempt my re-control
Steady as I go
Slow and easy
Balance is key, I say, as to remind myself what I need to do,
To a new direction I must learn
I find my middle ground
Spinning is the world
Moreover, gravity is my hold
A straight line unto a direction I must know, and I decide to take instead.
Steady as I go.
When I move forward ahead
A straight path I shall see.
No longer do the spheres spin me, and to contrary, and or in contrast, I now spin them,
Round after Round I go, I triumph in sighed relief. Ring, ring, ring went the bell, I hear the toll it took to my soul, and bells to whom they toll, trail the overcoming of those spinning turns.
I am winner, and my dreams so remain, and I shall be there to the finish, to the end.
I walk the thin line and that I have learned to walk the narrows, now you may feel dizzy too, to know the twists and turns, the ups and downs I surpassed, but it does not detour me, for I cannot look back, only forward. I walk a straight line… can you see?

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White Chablis
I heard her come in.
It was late, very late.
I did not go with her.
I wasn’t invited.
She had a date.
With great resolve, she tried her best
To navigate in the black with quiet finesse.
But she was in trouble and nothing she tried
Came close to providing a cover for her pride.
Muy borracho this kitten of mine
As she desperately groped her closet to find.
Once inside she closed the door,
But finding the switch was a hellova chore.
I could hear her muttering as she stumbled about.
Then all went silent, I thought she’d passed out.
But presently, by god, the light came on
And framed the door like ivory neon.
The light went out and the door opened slowly. Coming out of the bright into the pitch of the bedroom, I knew she couldn’t see me. But I could see her. She was still unsteady leaning forward with both arms stretched out feeling for the corner of the bed. It took all I had not to give myself away with a snicker, or worse, a ‘Boo!’
But now I could smell her.
Her fragrance. “Michael.”
Her cigarettes. “Marlboro Ultra-Light 100s.”
Her wine. “White Chablis.”
The most wicked, seductive concoction ever brewed in the infamous name of femme fatale.
In one flowing, seemingly choreographed movement, she silently pulled back the satin sheet and down comforter, slipped in under the covers, and nestled her naked, egg-shell white body deep into the plush of her side of the bed. Then she lay still. Dead-still.
The moment defined “stillness.”
My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel it throbbing in my neck just below my ears. It accelerated to thunderous in the matter of a few seconds; so much so that I was sure she could feel it; maybe even hear it. But she didn’t move. Her back was to me and her body covered only up to her hip. The slope of her hip down to her waist was anything but gentle. And the rise from there to the crest of her mystical shadowy shoulder was surrealistic beyond conception.
I was hard. Ache-hard.
Hard-ache (noun): the rare, emotional and physical sensation of pain experienced by a male when the torque exerted against his stimulated, blood-sated cock exacerbates itself against the groin muscles and tendons on both sides of his hyper-stimulated testicles.
The mocha colored circumcision of my grossly distended cock had flared to almost twice the diameter of its gothically veined, Promethean shaft. My breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. I could not control it. My cock was flexing itself involuntarily every few seconds as I lay on my back. When it stiffen, it would rhymically raise and lower its swollen head up and down out of the small pool of semen leakage that had filled the recess of my naval to overflowing.
I rolled from my back to my side. I felt the cum run down my waist when my naval decanted its sticky pre-jac onto the bed. My hand started to glide across the champagne satin to caress her when suddenly she moved, rolling over on her back. I was paralyzed. Her breasts. My God, her breasts! Ten thousand dollars worth of exquisite, perfectly matched, voluptuous twins with nipples the size of baby marshmellows crowning each arrogant peak like two natal matriarchs.
I tried to swallow and shot myself in the neck with a full load of hot pre-jac.
I lay stunned beside her. She turned her face toward me and opened her beautiful still eyes; the face of every fantasy I’ve had since I was eleven.
After an ethereal moment in the eternal now, she spoke in that Kathleen Turner to-die-for deep whisper of hers,”‘Hi. . . Did I wake you? “No. . . Did you have a good time?” “Oh, not so much.”
And then, she touched me.
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Уоц, Sшєєт; апd Dгірріпg шітн Шапт

Love searched and sought

I am very modest guy,
I am so inocent and shy…
And putting hands under a skirt
I always blush, I’m feeling hot!
And girls are always puzzled: – Why
Even in sex I seem so shy?..
They say: – Your hands are skilled and quick,
Meanwhile your eyes are shy and meek!
What can I say them to reply?
– I’m a fucker but I’m shy!
****
I fuck you every day and night
And I will do it more…
Because the fuck is only light
I’ve never seen before…
And you can’t ask me for the break
‘Cause you like fucking too…
You are so tasty like a cake
And all your screams are true…
I fuck you and I feel so high
Forgetting all this shit…
I am the most immortal guy
When I can lick your tit…
And it’s so hard to leave your bed,
And dive in grizzly street,
After the night of love we’ve had
Forgetting all this shit!..

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S O N N E T
Look at him, he is so hot –
My delightful precious rod!..
When he feels your little pussy
He becomes so hard and juicy!
Don’t be modest, don’t be shy
He will make your soul fly,
He will slide inside your cave
And present the sweetest kef!
Kiss him, lick him, suck him tight
And reward him for delight,
Make him tense , encourage him
And fill up his force and vim!
He will pet you till the dawn
Being zealous, hot and strong!..

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Dedicated to Lisa.

I know what you want
So let’s get started
You Step out the shower all soak and wet
Relax your mine
I’ll take care of the rest
Stand there let me take a look at you
Thinking of a thousand things
I want to do
Turn around I’ll dry you off
It won’t be long before I make you shout
And scream my name
lay yourself down on the bed
I’ll start at the toes to the top of your head
One toe two toes three toes four
I won’t stop till you begging for more
Kissing you on your inner thigh
Did I hear a soft moan or gentle cry?
I spread your lips with my tongue
I found the wet spot
But it’s too early to cum
Roll over on your back
I’m the type of guy that will smack that ass
And lick that crack
From the bottom of your cheeks to the small of your back
Get on all fours
Because I know what you like
Doggy style
I must say
Always seems to bring a smile to your face
Because we Control the pace
Long stroke, short stroke, or in between
I’m guarantee to make you cream
Out of one whole
And into the next
Round two
So give me your best.

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I want to release your fear and set you free.

This was a poem about New York City when I went there a long time ago..