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Let's do it with the light off

It's been a long time since she dated and she's not the girl she used to be

Let's do it with the light off, baby, please It's so romantic! Sight's an overrated sense I love to feel my way around, explore The soft and hard you have in store * Let's close the curtains, drapes and blinds, my mind  Works overtime to fill the voids, avoids The stereotypes. It fires imagination Heightens touch and smell and taste sensations * Let's make love beneath...Read On

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George, Isolde, and the Brass Ring Polka Band

As soon as she did, she would feel guilty; she had committed another mortal sin and was going to bur

Dedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We...Read On

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Sexy Meet Continued

The night continues

As we lay cuddled together naked in front of the glow of the open fire We gaze into each other's eyes, that look of lust in them I will never tire Our hands and fingers trace around each other's bodies without thought Our interaction feels so natural, these feelings could not be taught As we hold each other, our lips meet again to start a slow lingering kiss You are taking my breathe away and...Read On

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George, Isolde,etc. Chapter XII

Geroge and Terry further their friendship, and Isolde does some chores.

Chapter XII On the way back to Pasadena, George and Terry talked about the logistics of moving. “How much stuff do you have in that trailer?” terry asked. “Oh, not much, really. Some spare VW parts, a tired old broken down sofa, a TV, my instrument and stand and light and other music stuff, two straight chairs and a couple of folding chairs, some dishes and pots and pans, whatever...Read On

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A Lover's Tale Of Lust

Love's long road to your final destination.

It's where we all start. It's the start of the long road. The start of our journey. This journey can begin when you least expect it. But it's not when we start. Or how we start. But who we start it with. That one person who you step into the unknown with. Love is something no one can hide from. No one can predict. It's like life its self. It just happens. No one is quite sure how....Read On

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Without You

Going crazy, Insane, Deprived of the thing, That keeps me alive. -No air, No breathing, smelling, anything, But your scent. -No sound, No hearing anything, But your voice, A sound so beautiful, it causes pain, a pain that is to be cherished, and kept forever. -No eyes, No seeing anything, But your face, Your body next to mine -No heart, Only because it is yours now. I will never get it...Read On

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You Give Me Wood

I simply must tell you, And I hate to be crude, But each time I see you, You give me wood. You needn't be in A state of undress; All I need is a smile And a tender caress. Just a shake of your ass And I'm in the mood. With a lingering kiss, You give me wood. When you're looking sexy, I need a blood donor 'Cause all of it's gone To my raging boner. I tell you...Read On

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Night Love Redux

The rush of water in the flushing toilet breaks the late night stillness. I hope it hasn’t awakened you, and I wish I had closed the door. When I come back to the bedroom, you are lying on your side, Peacefully sleeping. Your left arm is bent beneath the pillow, and in your right hand you clutch the covers Tightly beneath your chin. “Are you cold?” I whisper. The child...Read On

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Lips Upon My Skin

A Haiku for my love

Lips upon my skin The anticipation builds Is she here at last? Starting at my neck Hot breath teasing my flesh now Soft touch caressing My hair brushed aside Goose bumps start, muscles tensing Pleasure erupting Nipples growing hard I feel her press against me I am not alone Her scent reaches me Unlocking fantasies told Building over time I have needed her Have...Read On

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My Musing of Slickman

Don't judge others

I met a friend here who calls himself Slicky Who when I first chatted with made me feel icky The more we spoke the more I knew He was going to be a friend that was true blue We spoke of our families and things from our past Right then and there I knew our friendship would last He has had many jobs and now is a trucker This dude is one cool motherfucker His wife has...Read On

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It touches

I was drunken with sorrowful music when I wrote this

the TOUCH It touches; With malign intentions. I can't see them but I know It has your hands. My latest white hair sings Your name And it touches Where it hurts. Taints your smell Where I kept. I call time for help And the pain turns into something Resembling you Without hands And it gives me White hairs. Without hands Absence of you Touches me Through you And leaves sing With...Read On

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Old flame back in town

we made up for the past where we never hooked up

It happened so innocently. I was working in the yard and an old g/f came by to visit. It was hot that day, humid and the hard work had made me sweat something fierce so my friends visit was a welcome reprieve from the heat. Going into the basement where it was cooler we had the usual small talk that people have when they haven't seen each other for a long time. Eventually things turned...Read On

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Running into Coverage Ch.3.5

Marcus and Hadley take it to the next level

Chapter Three cont’d The roaring cheers from the crowd filled Pendicon Field and echoed down the empty streets in Rockford. Every bar was full as the Cougars took on St. Louis for a sold out game. Marcus stood on the field, his muscles twitching and ready to go the minute the ball turned over. The game was well into the second quarter, they were up by seven but were in the Rams’ zone. His...Read On

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Under New Management

Pet gets off the leash and finds another place to belong

The press of bodies interested her not in the least. She was focused only on squeezing through to the bar, very much needing the vodka seven that would help her disregard the voice inside her, the one that whispered doubts and longings. But she couldn't avoid the jostling people around her; the press was tight at the bar, and the crowd shifted and waved like underwater sea grass, carrying her...Read On

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Tears of His Angel

If our love is meant to be?

His Angel spoke softly as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek. “Oh my darling, I miss you, my arms ache wanting to hold you!” His Angel wiped away another tear then blew him a lover’s kiss “My lips beg to kiss you and light then fire of love I have for you.” His Angel bowed her head she wanted him lying next to her. “My heart yearns for you it rhythmic beating saying I love you. ‘ His...Read On