I am an intelligent, cultured, shaven headed 40 something. I enjoy real women and real conversation.I am not into anything or anybody that is crass or cheap, I need my intellect stimulated before anything else.
Unfortunately the AFP, will probably not be able to mete out the sort of justice that this troll deserves. At times, the only way to stop a dog from biting is to put him down.
IMHO, The reason that we are all put on this earth is to love and be loved. It matters not whether ones relationship is polygamous, monogamous, open, polymorphic or whatever. It matters not whether a person finds themselves hetrosexual, bisexual, sapiosexual, into BDSM or just prefers a mirror so they can see their TRUE love and their right hand.The one defining feature is love. That is all one can strive for. To give it and receive it.But then maybe that's just me.
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Well at first I was outraged at this. Marmite banned???? I mean we have been to war for less of an insult.I do have a close Canadian friend (Who I somehow still like, even though she thinks the stuff is horrible... (We all have to have bad taste somewhere. (Mine is actually liking Barry Manilow....but hey ho))) and despite the ban, after serious thought, I decided that our friendship can survive this. Anyhow, I digress,The more I think about it, The more I like the idea.I think that more countries should ban it.My reasoning is this....Why the hell should we let any other country sample the finest taste on the face of the planet. In olden days the original holy grail was probably a jar of Marmite....It was only when that idiot Mallory tried to romanticise it that it became the blood of Christ...(personally I think the taste of Marmite is probably better than drinking the blood of Christ..I mean ewwwww). King Arthur probably supped some yeast from the top of a vat of beer and thought that all of his Christmases had come at once..(And yes...that is how it is made...I work next door to the brewery that they take it from).Marmite is as English as the Mini used to be....(And look what happened to that when we let the Germans sample THAT delight. They bought the company, and turned England's most iconic car into a glorified shopping trolley ...And Rolls Royce as well come to think of it). It is as English as the Queen and Fish and Chips....it is part of our National Identity.Many Countries have tried to imitate it...(Yes I do love Australia, but Vegemite??...Seriously!!!...It is like comparing a bottle of Dom Perignon to Asti Spumanti)The other problem with exporting it, is that it automatically makes the price on domestic soil increase.....(Look at whiskey....The Americans pay half the price for what was made on our fair isle....albeit in Scotland). I shudder to think of that happening in that case.I may be a little biased as I am a full member of the Marmariti, but I want to shout it from the rooftops "Keep Marmite English!!!!"
Love is an energy. Energy, as all scientists know, cannot disappear, but its form may change. Hence the lyric "There's a thin line between love and hate".
The tempest outside was unleashing her passion Without a thought for your turtleneck fashion. So both caught short, you hastened on in, To the pub where I was drinking my tonic and gin. A massive log fire, protruded her heat, To all of the patrons who were having a seat. You both sat down gratefully and ordered your round As the first rumbles of thunder started to sound. You...
Added 11 Mar 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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She lay there gently sleeping, her breath was quiet but sound. The night too hot for covers, I was staring at her mound. She always raised a quiver when sleeping or awake, but gazing upon her at that time, was more than I could take. I slowly walked on over and gazed upon my Venus. It was time to give a loving gift that did not involve my penis. I gently...
Added 07 Mar 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
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In Guildford's sweet hills, her grasses I lay. The summer was golden, a beautiful day. I was reading a book that I had not read before. When I first laid my eyes on the lovely Miss Moore. She was wearing a skirt the colour of night, her hair was all flowing, a wonderful sight and when she bent down to lock her car door, I first glanced the calf of the sexy Miss Moore. She lay...
Added 16 Feb 2014 | Category Love Poems
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The paper is empty. The pen lays alone. The words non-delivered. No anything shown. For how can I write now she’s walked away? My words have dried up. I have nothing to say. I needed her grace, her body, her mind, to show me the meaning of all that I find. She once said she loved me. She coloured my soul. My teacher, my mistress, my journey, my goal. ...
Added 25 Jan 2014 | Category Love Poems
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The memories of things never happened. The desires that were shared in our mind. The laughter conjured from nothing. The touches that weren’t, left behind. Wondering how it is I am losing. When I remember not taking part. Thoughts of the rift make it larger. My inners being rendered apart. Insanity looms now and beckons. Me to partake in her game. The wound being...
Added 23 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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If you are not there, how can I stare at the moon's crescent? If you are not present, how can the sun shine down? How will I lose this frown? What words to say? If you are away. If you are away, how can I stay alive and well? How can I tell, if you were ever true? Or was a different you, slowly scheming, whilst I was dreaming? Whilst I was dreaming, you were seeming to be faithful to me,...
Added 13 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
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The world was dark, as black as night. I walked in shame. But in my life, glowing brightly, you just came. I knew that nothing, could ever really, be the same. On the day you met me. You took my hand and pulled me up, you dried my eye. We gently kissed, I wet your lips, which once were dry. We loved for hours underneath the open sky. On the day you took me. We bought...
Added 28 Sep 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I'd been sitting in a shop window, waiting ages for a buyer. I was simply out of fashion then. I was a simple wooden lyre. My strings were plucked a hundred times, and were fastly growing worn. My music of a bygone age, my varnish looked forlorn. I had given up hope of being used, the way I was created. Who would want to play something, That looked so worn and dated? Then a ray...
Added 18 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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My world died as I felt you remove yourself. My heart was torn from my body, By a rusty teaspoon of broken promise and unfulfilled want. The world was no longer for me, Just for those lucky enough to still have a soul. My spirit whisked onto the funeral pyre of futility, Thinking that this vacuum would be my sole habitat forever. I never saw it coming. I was as blind as Sulla, ...
Added 06 Jul 2013 | Category Love Poems
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We are the lush poets. Our voice is seldom heard. Our lines are soft and gentle, like the singing of a bird. We do not write of incest. Hard sex is not our thing. We write of sensuality, to make your spirits sing. We are a fraternity of romance. We need no bondage pain. We will open up your senses, and entice your brain. We have lived and loved as normal But our hearts worn on our...
Added 02 Jul 2013 | Category Love Poems
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