Slowly, silently....  

dancewithme29 46F
207 posts
7/6/2005 9:57 pm

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Slowly, silently....

now the moon walks the night in her silver shoon, this way and that she peers and sees silver fruit upon silver trees...

That's Frost, tride and true American poet. I memorized the entire poem when I was very young. I tend to shy from frilly prose and like to think I've developed a more distinguished palate for the written word. I love Gwendolyn Brooks and Sylvia Plath for good honest, truly fucking honest words that really cut into you.

Sometimes people are really honest with you and you don't know how to react. You think there must be a hidden agenda, somewhere. You ignore clues like when he says he thinks you are really smart and special "here on AdultFriendFinder"...(I don't know if that's a compliment or just an evaluation)...He's educated but humble about it and wrote me a Haiku, five seven five baby. Extended a warm invite my way and I declined. Why? Do we prefer men who are jackasses because we know how to handle them? It's expected or the norm.

Either way I think he's truly a man who understands women because he seems patient with my rollar coaster of indecision...I'm ready to get off the ride soon, wonder if he'll be around.

rm_4nik8_4u 61M
2501 posts
7/7/2005 7:10 am

Some people love roller coasters! Honestly, I'm sure that there are good and honest men on here, but I really think that the agenda for most is to have sex. If something happens beyond that, well that's ok, but most aren't looking for that.

MillsShipsGayly 51M

7/8/2005 12:58 pm

Forget the five-seven-five baby, this is more to your style. For you.

His disarming words.
Desire’s tendrils encircle
squeezing breath out.
her heart pounds against its boundaries.

His demanding voice.
Fantasy casts a golden light
seizing quiet moments.
her thoughts travel to new realities.

His mystery entangles her.
Words that cut honestly
clouding current visions.
her nakedness awaits new revelations.

Needzit2 56M

7/9/2005 12:08 pm

Dear dance,
The ride is for a lifetime like the kiss I planted on the scrumptious mouth of yours. What kiss? Read my blog and maybe you'll want it again!

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