Open Poetry #39 |
high healed laughter |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
funny songs in the rain the squeaking of red tennis shoes on marble ballrooms and a lady in gauze with folded arms but you move them aside and say it is ok if my eyes dry your breasts as long as they hurry before you get cold and want the rest of me to be your blanket on the beach there of a morning window with the glass on our skin and the wind as our witness _____________ daark |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
"funny songs in the rain the squeaking of red tennis shoes on marble ballrooms" Where is your mind on this morning, Dark friend? Loved this, the mental picture and where it leads. Sandra |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
to be your blanket on the beach there of a morning window with the glass on our skin and the wind as our witness gloriously submissive... beautifully written |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms sandra...even the fancy shoes squeak in fancy places..when under the influence of wet..thanks for the eyes ms ___________ ms leej, a willing master perhaps, thank you ms |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
the wind is a voyeaur that hears the whispers oh dark one, when you dance, to her majik melody. Niiicee one big guy... |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
oh I like that blanket Stranger... |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms gs, thanks so much lady friend ___________ ladyone, thanks ms, a drapery of soothsin |
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