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Tequila Sunrise
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butterscotch_ said:
Random thought for the day: why do the coolest people I know think they are somehow responsible for other people's actions?
Random thought #2: why am I paying so much for such shitty internet connectivity?
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I wrote a poem
behind my name
did bleed the words
in tears of flame.
I wrote a post
for all to see
then stood alone
just me, and me.
The words did scream
through inner pain
when I wrote a poem
and no one came.
behind my name
did bleed the words
in tears of flame.
I wrote a post
for all to see
then stood alone
just me, and me.
The words did scream
through inner pain
when I wrote a poem
and no one came.
Tequila Sunrise
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Snap, snap, snap . . . Ty for posting, BD.
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No poem
No rhyme
Just sittin’ here
Wastin’ time
No rhyme
Just sittin’ here
Wastin’ time
Jail
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The gentle voice, so soft and soothing
touches my soul and gets me moving.
His humor shows in his eyes of green
The devil shows, now being seen.
Oft what we mar, quickly is mend
Souls became one, and will til the end.
Real life wants that can and will never be
Rips my heart, I want him to belong to me.
touches my soul and gets me moving.
His humor shows in his eyes of green
The devil shows, now being seen.
Oft what we mar, quickly is mend
Souls became one, and will til the end.
Real life wants that can and will never be
Rips my heart, I want him to belong to me.
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Blue Dolphin
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Jaily?
If you ran thoughts past a Dom
would they then be random?
If you ran thoughts past a Dom
would they then be random?
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Jail said:Random wicked thoughts they would be
Thinking of you ravashing me.
Now thats a nice random thought
Jail, tied up,
and being ravished by BD.
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Flogger flies and passion cries
wet pussy talk in gasps
Restrained wrists and swollen tits
His voice against her rasp
Take a look she`s born to fuck
ride her till the dawn
Take her fast and make it last
slam her till she moan
Turn her round upside down
take her twitching ass
Slam it in with evil grin
for all things cum to pass
wet pussy talk in gasps
Restrained wrists and swollen tits
His voice against her rasp
Take a look she`s born to fuck
ride her till the dawn
Take her fast and make it last
slam her till she moan
Turn her round upside down
take her twitching ass
Slam it in with evil grin
for all things cum to pass
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Now this I HAVE to repost here 
Here are two reasons why Brazil are so popular a football team worldwide
http://www.world-cup-info.com/photos/2002/girlies-45.jpg
Here are two reasons why Brazil are so popular a football team worldwide
http://www.world-cup-info.com/photos/2002/girlies-45.jpg
Blue Dolphin
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Just so you yanks dont feel left out
The USA has football fans too at the World Cup, or it did before the US team left.
http://www.world-cup-info.com/photos/2002/girlies-2.jpg
The USA has football fans too at the World Cup, or it did before the US team left.
http://www.world-cup-info.com/photos/2002/girlies-2.jpg
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jazey_43 said:
TY jazey. Feel free to scribble along with us, sweetie.
TS With TS' Permission I'm trying something. I wrote this story for Lit under another name in erotic horror. To save one long post I will post it in six, giving people in time to read or ignore. Let's see how it goes ...First post to follow.
Moth to a Flame
The wind had picked up; the night was cold with a steady rain that pelted the old shingles on the cottage. She drew her chair closer to the fire trying to seek its warmth. One of the many disadvantages of being old was that feeling of never being truly warm. The room was small but even so the oil lantern cast eerie shadows on the wall and she felt a shiver move up her spine. Life had been hard for her, a never ending series of misfortunes. At first she had been optimistic that better things were coming her way but as the years went by she knew it was only a pipe dream. People like her were destined to fail; it was written in the stars. She had been married at sixteen to a man of her father's choosing. By thirty she had already given birth to nine children and there would have been more if her husband hadn't died suddenly. She had little time to grieve, her first concern was to feed and house her children. There were years of toil, years of working ones fingers to the bone to barely eke out a living. Her job as a charwoman paid scarcely enough to put food on the table. Extras were few and far between but somehow they had survived.
The years went by and as the children left; life became somewhat easier. By the time the last one was gone; she was well into her forties but looked and felt decades older. Life had passed her by and she felt bitter and resentful. Her children; whom she had struggled so hard to raise had their own lives and she was largely forgotten. Now in her sixties, her home became her world and her refuge. It knew her and understood her, its familiar walls brought peace and comfort. At the end of each day it listened as she poured out her feelings of loneliness and inadequacy. Oh yes her home was a safe shelter; her haven from the cruelties of her world.
To be continued ...
The wind had picked up; the night was cold with a steady rain that pelted the old shingles on the cottage. She drew her chair closer to the fire trying to seek its warmth. One of the many disadvantages of being old was that feeling of never being truly warm. The room was small but even so the oil lantern cast eerie shadows on the wall and she felt a shiver move up her spine. Life had been hard for her, a never ending series of misfortunes. At first she had been optimistic that better things were coming her way but as the years went by she knew it was only a pipe dream. People like her were destined to fail; it was written in the stars. She had been married at sixteen to a man of her father's choosing. By thirty she had already given birth to nine children and there would have been more if her husband hadn't died suddenly. She had little time to grieve, her first concern was to feed and house her children. There were years of toil, years of working ones fingers to the bone to barely eke out a living. Her job as a charwoman paid scarcely enough to put food on the table. Extras were few and far between but somehow they had survived.
The years went by and as the children left; life became somewhat easier. By the time the last one was gone; she was well into her forties but looked and felt decades older. Life had passed her by and she felt bitter and resentful. Her children; whom she had struggled so hard to raise had their own lives and she was largely forgotten. Now in her sixties, her home became her world and her refuge. It knew her and understood her, its familiar walls brought peace and comfort. At the end of each day it listened as she poured out her feelings of loneliness and inadequacy. Oh yes her home was a safe shelter; her haven from the cruelties of her world.
To be continued ...
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"To be continued" . . . I can't wait
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