Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Loose woman,
skittish, wild.
Rope me in
daddy,
get your
hoop on,
thrust it over,
me.

Steaks for two.
Kareoke tango,
to tiger butter.
You get drunk,
i'll get stoned.
Hot sexual
healing
sizzle.

High wires,
trapeze acts,
sweaty love,
surrendered
sans net,
vague kaliope
reduces sin.
Long time
no circus.

Thanks Hester,

Truly enjoyable Hes.


The circus can hold much pleasure, when it finally comes around!


When the circus comes to town

I'll make for the clown

Stand on his shoes

Hold him down

And kiss him

Till his smile

Becomes real

Send in the clown



(It's the polkadots....What can I say! )

Polkadots,
moonbeams,
pug nose dreams.

Called me at 5
drunk, barely alive,
date did not survive.

Maybe today,
if hangover don't stay,
who cares,
anyway.....



Thanks mousey, and still

H

Dates, I had one a couple years ago, never called and never showed up. I dwelled on what pain I had caused her. I have this fanastcy of showing up at her shul on a friday night with a large lemon chiffon pie. for her to throw at me if it would help. I was not sure why I did not, show, now after observing my thoughts with a distant mind I think I know. Fear.

At least he called. Not much comfort I know. But maybe it is worth something.

It was L Rod who writ that hangovers make you humble.

why the goddess is alone i can not say.

must be why positive solitude works

but hey

trip me out with your fantasies

you are a secret

waiting to be told

i got stood up before
waiting in the rain
enjoyed myself tremendously
her loss my gain

i wouldna stood you up tho
in the past incarnation

Awwwww.....
I was bummed, yeah. Always a bummer when alcheehol is the choice, and not ME!
Heh.
I know this guy had a drinking thing though, it's why I had him call me at 5pm...because I didn't want him showing up all slobbery drunk and belligerent at my door....too hard to get rid of then, and i'd be a prisoner, which would really make me a bitch, etc....

We went out yesterday for an afternoon lunch and he mowed half my lawn in retribution.
But, he ain't really my type.

These days, I wonder if any man is.
I wish I could find one.
Wishing is pretty good. I suspect it might even be better than the real thing!

Tanks, still, mousey, jimbo, for being such good pals to this old washed up crone.

H

old washed up crone

Take that back or I'll mouse-slap ya!!!!!


Anyway.....


Tis but a temporary drought

You are a flower waiting for the tender hand of fate

To deliver some sweet, soothing rain

Some

Deep

Penetrating

Rain

It'll come

And so will you kiddo

So will you

OUCH!
My, those mousey slaps hurt so good!

Very Be "coming" post me dear!

H

a saw an old crone one night
she was basking in the moonlight
some would say she was a fright
but to me she is a dark delight.

Damn! That picture just magnitizes my eyes.

It's like a shrine I want to stare at, and wonder about, in muted, comforting, undecipherable yet primal languages.
You speak them well here Jimbo.
goosebumps, and
comrade smoochies!
H