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This older male with a poetic and prosaic style

Monday, September 15th, 2008
unsure if that might that comment might prompt this online rapport to go flat
from a email about to be sent from one christened mister matt!
this goofy and sometimes gallant animal t’will try to make ewe laugh
by stating the fact that he happens to just a smidgen part giraffe!
i bet you to be an awesome gal
for this intelligent computer named hal
that could become a really fun pal.

here goes me level best
to enlighten you about this potent beau geste
who likes to write for fun and jest
with no intent to be a pest
yet hope to enjoy physical closeness with zeal and zest.
we could (yeah rightly think me crazy)
pledging our troth sight unseen
and possibly find ourselves walking down that wedding aisle
no matter we rank as utter and complete strangers
and ye may misperceive me as some old decrepit human done dee crocodile
making a proposition to pledge our troth
when we never met
yet…fate words in a most awesome and unpredictable ways
but please no need to feel obliged to give a number for me to dial
unless…comfort and ease arises to go that extra green day mile
per responding to this older male with a poetic and prosaic style.
this never mind nirvana guy no way no how on a manic tear
this i honestly swear
from me head to that little rear
which t’would be nor reason to fear
o mine
which i can show you after getting bare
and hear my little tushy exploding with a burst of hot air!
the explanation being that my current geico caveman state being fey

butta seek a gal
e’en if her hair might be natural or dyed grey
who loves to kibbutz and allude to roll in the hay
ideally in the month of may
and then repent our sins
by going to a synagogue to pray
butta actually meditation or meditation my true inner path way.
nourishment of body, mind and soul a bromide for this humble homo sapiens sort
who seeks a natural and wholesome non-addictive elixir qua female
which on a par with culinary palate might rank as like some sweet torte.
onward and upward this search for some special arriviste lady friend across the milieu of cyberspace
wondering all the while if this a futile effort
fraught with constant lines of disappointment and frustration
being etched across my face.
dare to persevere the motto i adopted no matter scant women
seem interested in the least torrent bit
yet pleasure in the mere exercise of answering and/or posting classified personal advertisements
allow, enables and promotes an ephemeral giddiness to flit
across each and every integument of my being
and contrary to popular belief — this guy never majored nor pursued a degree in english lit
he just loves the coinage and usage of words
as his unique style to communicate his wisdom and wit.
so…if game to tap into the hidden mother lode a friendship might proffer
from this veritable unknown male
take a safe risk to reciprocate
and let me know (generally) from where ye do hale.
this slender young horny male with a small high knee
unsure if you wanna feel a keen experience ala that sexual frictional frisson with me
an older fella — with a boyish countenance you might be fain to see
or…like the majority of respondents tell me to bark up another tree.
now off i send this babbling email aloft like some balloon
from match u pitch u waits faw u under the full moon
perhaps e’en visible during the approach of high in the sky hot fiery ball noon
just mebbe ya might reciprocate soon
whereby we can join in harmony a psalm like tune.

Ouch!

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

I sit naked, tied to a chair. I flinch as the hot candle wax makes it’s way down my hard erect penis. Alligator clamps bite into my nipples making it hard to concentrate. How I yearn to be set free - free to ravage the sexy vixen that commands me. I pull at the restraints knowing full well my struggle is futile.

How did I get into this predicament? It all seemed so innocent and playful at first. She tantalized me, teased me and brought me to the verge of orgasm again and again. I never expected it to go this far.

I knew I’d be released hours ago.

And yet, here I sit squirming on the dildo in my ass, butt bright red (and a little bruised), wondering if I would ever get to sample the fruits of the lovely creature that seems to increasingly be enjoying my pain.

How I long to suckle her breasts, kiss her sin, lick her pussy. I would shove my tongue all the way up her ass if she would loosen these ropes.

Ouch! More hot wax. I don’t know how much more I can stand… and I wouldn’t change places with anyone.

So many times this face I’ve seen

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

So many times this face I’ve seen
I loved her before I even knew her name.
Without saying a word our minds would intertwine.
Her golden glow carried the responsibility of making gloomed hearts revive.
Her look, smell, touch personifies romance.
Her skin, her smile, her hair, her everything would make it easy to capture the heart of many men.

So many times this face I’ve seen.
Visions of her constantly rumble through my dreams.
Without saying a word our souls had already met.
Placed carefully amongst the quasars is where the secret to our love is kept.
Her compassion, sensitivity, faith lead me to believe she had a direct connection to Christ.
Her will, her beauty, her motivation, her grace forced me to associate her with the word wife.

Oh yeah so many times this face I’ve seen.
Except now we’re standing face to face so now I can greet her.
Her eyes give me instructions to follow her through the galaxies where I know not the destination.
But because I know of no other like her I agreed, and there is where I gain my patience. When the journey was over she had taught me love, trust and affection.
Values I never knew.
Thank you for giving me the privilege of always having a part of you.

A Part of You…