The Evening Edition  

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12/10/2005 2:00 pm

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The Evening Edition


The Energizer Bunny
The Energizer Bunny, known best for "going and going and going..." passed away last evening. Upon completion of the autopsy early this morning, the chief medical examiner ruled that the death was
caused by acute cardiac arrest, induced by sexual over-stimulation.
Apparently, someone put the battery in backwards and the bunny kept coming and coming and coming...

Poem Title: Desire
You were there, ready to leave
I watched you go with a sigh of relief
Didn't want you to see the desires
within me
Didn't want you to feel my world of
ecstacy
Maybe I was afraid of getting involved
Maybe I wasn't ready for the fall
So I watched you go as your eyes
pierced my soul
And I was left wanting you more and
more.
©2005 Afsha

FOR SORCERESS
You have said to me
That I am guilty of innocence;
If that is so
Then let it be my conviction;
And I will share the sentence with you
Because you were kind
To share this common space with me;
Here on the screen
You let me speak to you.
You were most gracious to me
Soft and warm - I felt your femininity
It moved me - as did your patience
with me.
You have said to me
That I am a rare man;
If that is so
Then let it be my glory;
And I will share these words with you,
Glowing amber words
Sent to you
With much affection...
I take you into my embrace fondly
And give you the kiss of greeting.
My lips say to yours
Much more than "hello".
Accept then these my words
And in my heart
I will wish
They make you smile!
The Coupling Of Passion And Erotic

Lusts
by Temptress
A touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the
cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window
above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the
chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our
lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the
floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting
bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
You moved atop of me easily,
And lowered yourself gently.
Kissing me as I was filled with you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became
entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of
passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back
of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign
substance.
I grasped, then released you,
Grasped then released you,
In effort to relieve you of your
control.
he taste of your skin between my
lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet I still released the control to
you.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck
was taut,
You moved with one final and breaking
blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like
battle cries.
I welcomed the weight of you to crush
me,
As you collapsed on top of me,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.


Message In A Bottle
by Rima Darkstar
To you (because you found it):
I am lost on a desert island.
Long captivated has its beauty held me,
But it does not make up for being lonely.
I'm begging you, please rescue me;
Else I may lose my sanity.
Creeping insanity, I fear it may come
Before my rescue... Wait, I hear a steel drum!
Could it be that my salvation's at hand
By the lonely wand'ring of a cruise liner's band?
Could it be that I WILL see my friends again?
I would be joyous to leave this land
Behind me. Oh, sweet joy, a ship in sight!
It is on the horizon, and by the sun's light
It may find me yet! Oh, it is the broad light of day!
Bright light, high sun, and, how do you say,
Ah, yes, freedom! But wait. How will they
Be able to find me? The chances are nay...
Yet their ship, yes, their ship, is approaching at speed!
Oh, sweet salvation, how long have I seeked!
And if this day should see them to me,
My self would return to reality.
I can see the passengers now;
Some men, some women. They're standing at the bow
Of the ship. They're searching for something.
Could I possibly be that something?
Yes! I am waving, and they are waving back!
It's true! It is true. I must get ready to pack
All of the things that are here with me;
My only connection to humanity.
But while I'd love to leave this desert isle,
It's been my home for quite a while.
About a week, if I remember right.
(On the sand I would lay, and I spent the nights
Staring up at the sky, filled with diamond-like stars--
But what am I thinking? I'm going home, away from here, far.)
They're coming closer now; I guess I should ready
My belongings... Onmagosh, is that my baby???
Yes, it is he!! What sweet, sweet irony
That my rescuer should be my one and only!
The only man I will ever love;
He has searched for and found his wand'ring dove!
And now, now I see, he is calling my name!
He cries out "I love you" and I cry out the same.
And as the ship anchors in the shallow sea,
I run to him; he runs to me
After securing the anchor. I exult in
His warm embrace. I'll never leave him again!
He picks up my bags while holding my hand...
And sadly I realize this message must end.
So, happily now I'll seal this message
In a bottle, and send it on its passage.
A miraculous rescue this, I think you'll agree.
May this message give you hope on the open sea.
And so, as we are going home, I shall drop
This message in a bottle into the ocean, with hope
That my joyous words will comfort you
When you're on the open sea, lonely and blue.

MORNINGS I AM HARD
i awake
and i feel
my body lazily turning
my skin against the sheets
all of me - awakening
and yet
even in those first few moments
i find myself erect
that wondefull thing
between my thighs
standing - in heat
thick and bulging
dying for your touch
wanting you;
your hands in sweet caressing
your lips in loving kisses
on my skin
on my neck, my ears, my eyes
my arms surround you
softly sweetly lazily
hold you against me
that thing between my legs
hungering wanting demanding
your flesh - the warmth of morning heat
the softness - driving me crazy
love it love it - with your all
NOW! NOW! NOW!

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