Wintermute01
Walking in the S plane
- Joined
- Jul 28, 2011
- Posts
- 6,340
Shot like an arrow,
His gazed desire pinning
my heart to my cunt
Just for an instant
The arrow flexes, then flies
Truly to its home.
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Shot like an arrow,
His gazed desire pinning
my heart to my cunt
In search of lost time,
Is perhaps the métier
Of poor musicians.
Treasures hidden and
sought by humans who ache to
simply find the time.
How precious is time?
It's coins should be spent wisely
With those we value.
Father Time is wise
to spend our lives prudently
one second at a time.
Shared, silent moments,
When only eyes move, can forge
Bonds of clearest steel.
For the lucky ones
those bonds then afford their heart
perfect clarity.
Father Christmas though
Is profligate, burning through
All in just one night!!
Fortunate are those
Who can peer through the heart's mists
With crystal logic.
Some would argue that
Santa's a pimp because of
all his ho ho hos.
Logic and the heart?
You are speaking in riddles!
Incongruent words
CinC, you crack me up!
So does that mean that
Being his 'little helper'
Involves turning tricks?
I didn't write that,
It's one of the infinite
Monkeys bashing keys.
I have some monkeys!
Sometimes they take control of
my keyboard as well.
Yep, it must be them.
Those times I look at my posts
and say "What the #@*&"...
I guess that depends...
Do you think rosey cheeks would
be so horrible?
flames come in rainbows
with reds, purples and blues
making me white hot
So, now I must ask
How many syllables are
There In the word #@*&"...?
I'm in my best suit,
You're clad in fine lingerie
And a silk blindfold.