Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

[Awaywego]

So, I'm a long time AM pics poster, but I've never posted here before, hope I did this right.


"After waking up from a long night's sleep, stretching will aid your mobility, help you avoid injury, and help you focus throughout the day." If Google AI says so, it must be a good idea, right?

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Ya know we love your bw pics! Start my day.

 

[hotcpu]

It's home where you hold me
So show me no mercy
On islands of cotton
Taboos get forgotten
Our body entanglement wants
You all over me
Me all over you
Entanglement ~ Imogen Heap

Your body and the word entanglement bring up such wonderful ideas ... Love this pic!!

 

[Amanda330]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

Written by: Audre Lorde

Edited to add - I forgot to include the author. This is not my poem.

 

[SouthernTongue69]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

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Gorgeous little butt

 

[UnquietDreams]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

Wait, wait, I know that one. The limes line. Wait...

Also, holy limes and beautiful moons, you are a gorgeous woman!

 

[lavendersilk]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

 

[coffeelover5]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

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Beautifuly written

 

[Mr_bogey]

Wolfie is going to be upset.

 

[lavendersilk]

Wolfie is going to be upset.

I tried to use a gif they haven't used yet.

 

[Wriggle]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

That's pure filth.

And your bum looks great, too

 

[LeBaronSamedi]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

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The curve of your body fits my waiting hand - these words evoke so much.

 

[GhostOfFAS]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

10/10. Would spank.

 

[TalkToMeInSB]

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Yes, I certainly caught my breath~

 

[Mrtenant]

On a night of the full moon

Out of my flesh that hungers
and my mouth that knows
comes the shape I am seeking
for reason.

The curve of your body
fits my waiting hand
your flesh warm as sunlight
your lips quick as young birds
between your thighs the sweet
sharp taste of limes.

Thus I hold you
frank in my heart's eye
in my skins knowing
as my fingets conceive your flesh
I feel your stomach
curving against me.

Before the moon wanes again
we shall come together.

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Lovely poem. Yours?

 

[Wriggle]

This piece of inspirational literature was originally my 666th post in Rosie's Thread



As some (one) of you may know, outside of LIT I'm a published horror writer, so for my first landmark post number I present a dark piece of FLASH fiction totally contrary to Rosie's uplifting positive theme.

(Post)666: The Beast.

You all know that it lurks in the darkness of our rooms late at night. You all know that it lurks in the darkness of our minds, too. Some will choose to let it into their souls, knowing they can never look back. But Dorothy would still be in Oz if she didn't look behind the curtain...
The Beast visited me last night. I could feel its presence all day; growing and growing. Trying to tempt me into releasing it, until I could resist it no longer and it had escaped into the world. Fortunately I managed to capture it and hide it back away in the dark.
Now I'll give you the option; you see I caught it on camera - a flash in the dark that lasted a thousandth of a second captured the beast waiting. So it's up to you - kind of a red pill/blue pill. You can choose to pussy out and keep your soul and eyes intact, or you can choose to see what can never be unseen, and it may keep you awake at night like it does to me. You have been warned - The Beast That Haunts Me

 

[positiveflirt]

Not.. quite sure how to follow that

Apart from to say
The stars
Are filming us
For no-one

 

[Wriggle]

Not.. quite sure how to follow that

Apart from to say
The stars
Are filming us
For no-one

See this?
This is beautiful.

 

[UnquietDreams]

Not.. quite sure how to follow that

Apart from to say
The stars
Are filming us
For no-one

That poem is beautiful, and I love it. Carol Anne Duffy, if anyone is looking.

You are beautiful too.

 

[UnquietDreams]

Lady, I will touch you...

(e.e. cummings)

 

[Photog1rl]

Ok, so, here goes nothin'

and when I see you

I really see you upside down

I simply love this.

 

[lavendersilk]

@Wriggle, @positiveflirt and @UnquietDreams are all killing it. No notes.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

PRESSED FLOWERS

To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.

-Michael Faudet

 

[SouthernTongue69]

PRESSED FLOWERS

To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.

-Michael Faudet

Amazingly beautiful

 

[Photog1rl]

PRESSED FLOWERS

To the quiet one, the coy, the wallflower.
Her dark circled eyes buried in a book.
Hard little nipples, dusty pink, beneath a tatty black singlet.
Those restless legs, sprawled across a squeaky bed.
Her secrets kept, like pressed daisies hidden by pages read.

-Michael Faudet

So lovely.

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

Amazingly beautiful

Thank you, hon.

So lovely.

And thank you kindly, sweetie.