About adagio_sabadicus
Biography

I am a man of words, educated and sheep skinned. A Master's in Philosophy with a minor in Psychology. That and a dollar will get me a cup of coffee. Owner of a quaint bookshop and son of a Southern Belle, sired by a Greek entrepreneur...living in the deep south. I speak for myself and sleep very well with my opinions on my pillows.

I am a person and not a fire hydrant, dragon, wolf or whatever floats through inebriated minds seeking attention from Little Bo Peep. I don't need to stretch the boundaries of myself by spewing lies. I absolutely detest exaggerated egos and liars.

I write for my own personal satisfaction, tossing in bits of myself. I suffer not fools and have little time for those who wish to deceive. I am no one's Dude or Buddy, Pal or little Fauntleroy. If you can't call me by my name, then don't call. A wise man once told me, "he met a man who knew it all, and knew nothing more." I have no patience for people who squander or trolls that play in catacombs of their inflated weak personalities. That covers a lot of territory when dealing with people who can't function in society.

If you post on my wall, please show respect...NO PORN. Anyone embracing true sensuality, knows the difference. Porn is a business and not art.

I talk to very few, only because that is by choice. In my daily life I am surrounded by common sense and pure logic. Unfortunately the world is full of 'left be-hinders' as society has left them stranded at the depot of ill moral behavior.

Name:
adagio_sabadicus
Date Joined:
24 Jan 2013
Last Visit:
18 Apr 2014
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Single
Interests:
Believe it or not i'm a news junkie. I love art and like good music. I like to write erotica for my own pleasue. Now hopefully I can share with you. Most of my scribbling's remain in my head as many would not fathom certain proclivities.
Favorite Books:
Any book that will call me back to my couch and keep me turning the pages. A good book should hold one's attention.
Favorite Authors:
I have finished reading more books then ones i have not. My favorite authors are those that draw my attention and i haven't read yet.
Favorite Movies:
To me the John Adams mini series was best that i have seen. I like old black and whites also. There is something about nostalgia. I don't think actors of today can compare with the past.
Favorite Music:
Give me jazz like MJQ and Fourplay or give me blues like Bob Margolin and Stacy Mitchhart. Give me Sinatra, Celine Dion and Mel Torme. Give me Jerry Lee Lewis, Janis Joplin and the Stones. Give me Dwight Yokum, Garth Brooks and George Jones.
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Topic: strange masturbation technique
Posted: 16 Apr 2014 11:41

I often masturbate from a tree limb and hoot like an owl...hooooooooooooooooooooooootRegaeman Man I find it strange, seeing as I am a squirrel. dontknow

Topic: what do you prefer
Posted: 16 Apr 2014 08:49

My preference is legitimate questions served with a V8 Pour Wine

Topic: 9 to 5...guess the career of the person above you
Posted: 16 Apr 2014 08:44

collects bobbles

Topic: A Story, 5 Words At A Time
Posted: 15 Apr 2014 21:11

kissing the dew of tears

Topic: Write the next line or stanza to this poem
Posted: 15 Apr 2014 19:22


I agree why bother with drama
Then again some cant help it either
Is it paper at least it can be recycled
But here on Lush some do struggle

Its not a whore more onslaught of words
There is a way, its call the end
Switch off or completely ignore
I find its better to find yourself
Instead of relying on someone else.

You like the roar so do I
From an animal of the Wilde
People hurt are not secure
In themselves or in life
Why question, lifes too damn good
Make better friends and with pride
Leave all the deadbeats behind.

The key to it all is intelligence
Although being naïve is no sin
Common sense should set off alarms
For in Lush, fools spawn without conscience
Without sympathy they spit out chit
Lacking self esteem twenty-four seven



Topic: Use My Last Word First - in a 5 word sentence..
Posted: 15 Apr 2014 18:11

sleep with dreams of marshmallows

Topic: Why misrepresent...
Posted: 15 Apr 2014 07:36

For all it's worth...USE COMMON SENSE...duh. director

Topic: Word 2013 and Win 8
Posted: 15 Apr 2014 07:33

I use 7 and I find it user friendly...as a sometime writer, I have yet to test Office.

Topic: Kiss, Hug or Sarcasm the one above.
Posted: 14 Apr 2014 21:21

I saw sarcasm in a cave

Topic: Who would you rather kiss? (above or below)
Posted: 14 Apr 2014 21:17

Above or below what? dontknow

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Stories Published By adagio_sabadicus
Stones Of Blue

In deep crevices dust mites hide, Beneath old pages and in nooks. As if avoiding the dawn, And shades of hue.  Cobweb blankets of public opinions Garner small fractions of my tomes. That caress my shelves,  Scribing sensuality. The bookshop my musty possession, Within the dark bowels of Budapest. Exuding erotica of harken fetishes, And fornications of my eeriness. On entrance...

Added 17 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 554 | 7 Comments

Beyond The Brothels

On eroticism I was suckled,  In the valley of the tits. Lactation finely tuned me, In seeking out sensuality. Together with my journal, I took leave of my mother home. Setting foot in Budapest, I thrived on fornication. It was there in nightly swills And brothels of stoned cold women, I regained the quality of my wits, Forthwith used my quill. On hollow halls I wandered, In...

Added 16 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 644 | 11 Comments

Whispered To Blue Butterflies

In my poetic escapades of erotic pleasures, I have kissed the stones of lustful vagabonds. Caressed the marble of maidens breasts. Whispered to blue butterflies, And masturbated on cobwebs.  I have fornicated with dryads of the mighty oak. Splurged my cum upon weeping willows. Entwined my limbs on shapely boughs. Scribed on bark my dark eeriness, And performed fellatio...

Added 15 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 622 | 9 Comments

Suffering Not Belladonna

One's soul light the flame of true eroticism, The wick is but the quill to flow wax of cum. Behind the cowlings of the gables, I sigh, On the edge of new day's dawn, yawning. Without my accomplice, insomnia,  I would give in to peaceful rest. Behind the cowlings of the gables, I ignore, Mystic fables of fairytales conniving.  Scribing on parchment of darkness I 'writ, Grit of...

Added 14 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 635 | 9 Comments

Lamplighter

Precarious I am not wrought, With prose of unstableness. For I scribe words of praise, As the Sandman enlisting mortals. Seeking those of parallel I scribe, Without oblivion I am darkness. In quest of those equal in thought, Uncaring of public opinions.  Composing on shoestrings taunt, Across my sane soul of leather, My erotica is sensuality. Not porn of kingdom lost. Keeper...

Added 13 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 633 | 8 Comments

Willows Weep

When willows weep they sing lullabies, Like sensual dust as you lay sleeping, Of psalms and poetry.  Bringing tears of joy and happen stance, Every lasting prose promenading in dreams. The visions of one's soul.  In relevant ways main stays sway poetically, On gifts of engagement and seasons of the heart.  Eternal spring. Sharing embraces of sweeping soft breezes,  As if boughs...

Added 12 Apr 2014 | Category Love Poems | Votes 14 | Avg Score 5 | Views 644 | 12 Comments

A Stone's Throw

Nestled in the dark bowels of my mausoleum, A stone's throw from mere mortals six foot deep.  My cock rises on the dusk of cellos humming, Strings of my midnight occasions.  Encased in tapestry adoring my sarcophagus,  Ingrained from my soul erotic ink I scribe,  Of my proclivities and sexual inebriations. I suffer not fools who squander true climaxes.  Aura of crystalline...

Added 11 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 606 | 7 Comments

On Their Gloom

On solid ground my soul Unravels my proclivities. A monger of books, And etcher of words.  The lame preclude me, Brandishing darkness taboo. On the edge of evil they rant,  As if I were a leech.  In their bitter strife of life, The Sandman may call on their gloom. Nocturnal visions of ignorance, As they masturbate secluded.  They are the one's suffering  Sciatica of the minds....

Added 10 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 670 | 8 Comments

I Fellatio

All that withers in my nightly scribbles,  May endure rigor mortise of my prose, For the withering of the mind is to blame, As I prose darkness behind green gables. In particular shadow that follows me, I banter with my legitimate ego, Poetically displaying stanzas queuing,  My cock epitomizing erotic quest.  As my muse enters on wafting vapors,  An aura of scent disguised as spirit....

Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 706 | 8 Comments

Like An Atlas

My lips travels many routes and places, Varying on the geography of my lines and prose. Punctuating at pit stops on poetry and quips.  Your hips rise in acceptance of my quill-prick, On rhythm of blues sensual and raw shaking. My cock rocks like a seesaw quaking. Parting of the thighs like highways divide, My fingers caress in all the best shops, Of your womanhood and erotic...

Added 08 Apr 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 673 | 10 Comments

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