Snapshot conversation

My daughter, currently caught between childhood and the heavy dealings of maturity was watching a game show.
“Name something you take care of so it will last a long time.”
“Cars” “Jewelry” “A home” “pets”
“Stupid people! Say Relationships! Marriage and relationships!”
Folks, this nearly brought a tear to my eye. She’s learning.

Published in: on December 30, 2009 at 11:43 pm  Comments (2)  
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T’wats the Night Before Christmas

Originally Published on: Dec 7, 2008
I thought I’d drag this one back out for another peep, since it’s the holidays and all…

T’was the night before Christmas
and in the back of the house
her juices were stirring
with lust for her spouse.
Her stockings undone from the garter with care
In hopes that his thickness would soon meet her bare
The children, all nestled and snug in their beds
Had no idea this affair had come to a head
Mom, in her corset, and dad, with the whip
Started with a kiss, as he ordered her to strip.
When over the pillow, her hair layed, scattered
He sprang on the bed, as if only she mattered.
Away she worked like an impulsive flash
as he throttled and pounded, with eager, her gash
The moon on her breast like new fallen snow
Made it easy for him to see where his tongue should go
To his wondering eyes, all a sudden did appear
Her legs, round his head, and her moment drawing near
He started to drive her, so lively and quick
He knew in a moment what made her tick
More rapid than coursers she came and she came
She sighed and she moaned and she called out his name
“Oh, take me, ahhh yes! Yes! YES! YESSSSS!” said the vixen
On top or on bottom, on hope chest they’re fixin’
To the heights of their being, and up against the wall
They grind away, sweating for the best gift of all.
Their bodies , like leaves in a wild hurricane fly
meeting, enmeshing, and mount to the sky
To the tips of the universe, like quarks and gluons they flew
Using a night stand full of toys, and their bodies, toys too,
and then, with a twinkling, in both their eyes
the petting and pawing brought the greatest surprise
He withdrew his hands, and then quickly turned her around
Down her proverbial chimney, he came with a bound
Stroking her fur, titillated from head to foot
Smashing and lashing the crest of her butt.
His bundle, unleashed, pendulum swinging, front to back
Retaining the swelling in his bulging sack.
Her eyes- how they twinkled! His chest how it heaved
Her bosoms like roses, fast to them, he cleaved.
Her droll little mouth drawn up like a bow
opening and closing with each mighty blow
The stump of his shaft, held tight in her teeth,
Looked like an angel breathing on a wet Christmas wreath
His face broad with pleasure, hair tickling his belly,
made him thankful their coital gifts never required jelly.
His member, chubby and plump, withdrew from herself
Ready to finish off this fine milf.
With a wink of his eye, and a nod of her head
She was thrown back to the edge of the bed.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
Rhythmic, pounding, with just the right jerk.
And simultaneously, as both parties chose,
He filled up her chimney as their pulses both rose.
They sprang to the porch, to have a quick smoke
And commented how it was, by far, the best Christmas poke
Back in bed, pulses rested, exclaims to his wife
Sweetheart, thank you for another Merry Christmas tonight.
Published in: on December 23, 2009 at 12:31 am  Comments (3)  
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I’m a crappy gift, and you’re the gift wrap

I wanna drink this down hard and fast

feel it hit my sour tummy

and wrap myself all up in you.

I am so sad

and feel like going on a rampage

no, a binge

of self-destruction

and some soft lips

a warm blanket

and a little comfort may help me forget

whatever it is that is bringing me down.

Published in: on December 7, 2009 at 11:24 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Biggest Bang

What hot mass weighs on your heavy soul?

Does it burn clear through to the bottom

and free fall into that limbo-like stratosphere

where your heart hovers?

With a searing clinch

let me melt my hands

leaving, not finger prints,

but my touch, a gift of burnt skin

fused to your fiery surface.

I will trace my obscene confession in the sky

with blood and fire

and when next we meet,

our fervent union will become a blazing star

illuminating all the heavens

and we will detonate with such a thunderous blast

that a new era will dawn.

Published in: on December 7, 2009 at 2:07 am  Comments (2)  
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Great Escape

Got a womb for rent

going cheap

for a tired grown man

who needs a place to sleep

It’s got red velvet curtains

heated floors, so much more

adorned in fleshy luxury

and free of oozing sores

Hide away, deep in my belly

away from the sour world

and coo to the sound of heart beats

and lullaby gurgles, sublimly swirled

The walls so thick, slick

ne’er impenetrable, few exits

make for a retreat, sweet and Freudish.

Published in: on December 4, 2009 at 9:34 am  Leave a Comment  
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Dry up and die

On these Autumn days, I wonder
as I look at the colorful trees,
if I too am to be so colorful
when I dry up and die.
Published in: on December 3, 2009 at 4:59 pm  Comments (1)  
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