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be live


i'm laughing inside

(... corpus magnanimous)

tickled with joy

smile slapped all over

these old lips.... still

hungry for that taste

of desire.....the smell,

passion lit by the wonder

of nature (her gift)

opening up gently, so gently...

feeling that softness... (smooth)

fingers thru long brown hair

flowing over shoulders naked

quietly inching down... (those tits)

her hair tickling both nipples

(how does it feel?)

your smile telling me - you know

what i'm thinking... (hard)

offerings from five live senses

lovestew... hot steam rising...

(and so do i, so do i)

licking your navel... deep

o! honey... sweet

i am alive... your eyes

round green eyes... (focused)

upon my soul. lighted for love

hummm... of satisfaction

touching your thighs... i writhe

(we) on

250 count sheets (worn softest)

even new, just like now, baby...

(..........now)

the time is made for us

these gifts make life

worth living.... i'm high

smiling inside... hot, so

(fucking) hot... but not yet

(not yet........ yet now.......)

true lovers know how to take time

(they take a lot of time to get: here)

breath: exhalation - warming the cool air

that is the feel of fall - in the air i rise

joining clouds floating without care... flow

(so smooth her flesh... so warm...)

i am. she is. we are.

exhalation... exhilaration... relaxation...

new... (it's all so delicious)

hear the quickened beat of two hearts... (one)

alive... the touch of pulsations

telegraphed messages of surrender -

grateful to be live...


Cecil

I need to open a window in here...

When I was young, people accused me of being a dirty old man.

Now that I AM a dirty old man, I can understand why. It was a term of praise.

Nice to be in the company of one, Cecil

--Horned Zlatman of Cecil's 1945

mnaz - an opened window, a breath of fresh air... TY

'Horned' Z - let us now praise the DOM, for who else will show appreciation for the fairest of them all..?

a dose of what the doctor ordered....right on time cecil.....

Gracias, Sr. Rebar!

I deleted one here cecil, I think i reposted it to some old crone.

Be live
yes indeed
and be here now
and still here later
I wasted a lot of time searching for the ulitmate fuk
I am so grateful for the times I accidentaly stumbled on love



rejoice cecil
happy for you.

there are worse things than being a quirky single

truck - stop the search and be live.

Ah cecil

I wasn't looking for advice
After all these years I have found my love life again
I love my life
not the search
but the hope
that drives the search
live in hope die in despair

hemmingway still in love
A lover with a thousand faces
Man it is all good.

btw
stretch marks
the patterns in her skin
but most of all her face


You up late, I just came back to edit my reply, regretted the crone remark, I was going to put an emoticon

damnn you man.

nice poem...

i'm hip
her slip scented
the smell of her scorn
forlorn loins
blue