There's picasso and There's Me  

dressa03 62M
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7/14/2005 5:08 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

There's picasso and There's Me

Picasso painted the images in his mind, mine are colorful and vivid but find no canvas for others to see, except in my words. My lovers are here in this virtual place, this utopian no place. She said "maybe one day you will touch my breasts" and yesterday another dream come true, "I don't much like to mix with married men". So a creative attractive clean gentleman goes into another day dreamin of his one day lover, having a hard time understanding a woman's choice of lonliness and keeping busy when I am here and ready to share something tender and special with her. I know me and I know how kind and "sweet" I am. It is like rigid boundaries and fear cripples us all from having what we want. No I think they are like me, holding out for that single man who they don't have to share, who can stay the night, go on a trip, be theirs, if just like being my lover, only for a moment in time. My thoughts are on today, this moment, and my lips are not on theirs, my massive erection not wrapped in their soft wet blanket of love and tenderness, my eyes not buried in theirs, saying volumes, as much as Picasso ever said in his paintings and those looks, those tender touches, live longer in a mind than the painted image. I tire of painting in words. I want to create, make love, with my whole being, with her, my lover. Come quick lover. Come not in fear, but be ready to climb over fences and run free in the field with me.


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