About Adagio

Biography

"I ONCE MET A PERSON WHO KNEW IT ALL, AND NOTHING MORE."

I think of myself honest and open-minded. At times I'm sarcastic, but I don't play the fool. I write in my free time, because I have words to share and ink to spare.

I own a small bookshop and there I spend my time, when not gathering wool for other adventures.

Please, do not tack porn to my walls.

Name:
Adagio
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Local Time:
24 Nov 2017 04:31
Interests:
Books and trying to understand what makes people tick. I especially like to write in collaborations, so if interested give me a shout
Favorite Books:
Ones that I have yet to read.
Favorite Authors:
Ones that have character and dream.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series
Favourite TV Shows:
CNN and PBS
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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24 Jan 2013
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A Solstice Of

As a choir of hummingbirds swarm A solstice of weddings bells ring In a labyrinth of dreams like a maze With a focal point as my eyes fade Like a Kaleidoscope of tinted shadows  Seeing you come out in All Hallows' In a flowing satin gown that billows Around the breeze of weeping willows I feel a comforting on my mind's pillow As a path of love leads me to your arms      ...

Added 22 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 256 | 3 Comments

Horse Apples And A Crackpot-Pt 2

Visioned as a likeable being, with an appearance of a throwback to Cro-Magnon man. Often wearing his toupee sidesaddle on his head with a sideburn hanging down on his nose. His cock not very big, but sure was small. If compared to a rutabaga.  Mordecai (Mort) Ambrosius, High Sheriff of Plantar's Wart, Georgia. Where the horse apples never fall far from a tree. Especially if the horse is...

Added 20 Nov 2017 | Category Humor | Views 1,473 | 7 Comments

Horse Apples And A Crackpot

As a child, I was touched by an anvil, because an angel is just to cliché. Having passed The Aunt Bea's School of Culinary Art, I could dress a hotdog in a bun twelve ways from a sundae. Opie would have been so jealous. I applied for a job as associate assistant to the assistant at a local beanery that served General Tso (chicken that is.) My first day on the job I was spotted choking...

Added 05 Nov 2017 | Category Humor | Views 1,933 | 12 Comments

Charcoal Tree

In my poetic words of love A devil slipped me a Mickey In shade the charcoal tree A dismal shadow cast As I felt the fading glory  Of green eyes face of you My lips gave into the shovel In shade the charcoal tree    ...

Added 14 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 608 | 7 Comments

Of Corn Silk

Suave and debonair around my daunting Wearing straw with a bow tie of corn silk  With eyelashes hung like awnings As my cock throbs in your cunt's coven With a touch of pale in my spawning As my mascara fades to haunting And as your thighs roll the dice My cum spews like cold ice  As jack o'lanterns hum a night mass While locust dance a last cheater's waltz Bought and payed for with a...

Added 10 Nov 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 823 | 20 Comments

Scent Of RSVP

Memory fades at the coming of an end With the lilac scent of your RSVP As my destiny falls on a digger's spade In a shallow nest at noon-day hours  With few prayers to cover my faith  Looking home angel I will arrive On a chariot of your lasting love As your image is cast in clover All angels with wings will survive With the lilac scent of your RSVP          ...

Added 12 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 642 | 13 Comments

Muffins Of Sand Dunes

A peripheral of silence held from within Rising from the muffins of sand dunes In Eden's oasis on the edge of a dime As zealots moaned in the heat While the angel of love sang And a haboob spread it's wings While God gave me my everything With shadow's kiss a vision of you    As pharisees of my mind fled in retreat Rising from the muffins of sand dunes      ...

Added 07 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 582 | 8 Comments

I Vont Yu Soggy Foxy Box

What scholars know about vampires, would not fill a thimble. Some say we are born of sorcery, while others think of the Mad Hatter. The only real relevance being, we are among the maddening crowd. Shrouded by the dark and tales that people whisper. Butte, Montana, 2004. There is a thing of curiosity that dangles the thighs of men. Pierced in the front, it gets stiff and...

Added 07 Sep 2016 | Category Humor | Views 2,980 | 17 Comments

Defying Gravity

Feeling a softness of your breath Enamored by a tell-tale touch Using a willow stick I pen prose With a velocity of ink's tempo Defying gravity As my mind follows footsteps Of lost loves left behind Where the winding river flows Over shells and stones Defying gravity   Crossing over to forever sounder On pebbles made of pearls Shedding light on my philosophy Enamored by a...

Added 03 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 589 | 8 Comments

Origins

He had no fear of the coming apocalypse choir  Feeling the gossamer touch of an angel's blush As she whispered in staccato bronzing his fire  Sweet two-lips of eternal desire  In origins of a dew dawn  ...

Added 01 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 642 | 9 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Adagio

Staircase of Dreams

Like a staircase leading to gables of my crannie I in cups among the truss of my mind's rafters Like a satyr on two legs becoming the swill's goat Cossing over the moat of my poetic sanity With the aid of Merlin's wand in my hand And raptor's pen to defend my sins As you knee at my lap with a little toe tap With a seductive grip on my pawn Shedding your corset of whale bones Standing...

Added 15 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 350 | 10 Comments

My Wish

My wish for you is that you smile when you think of me And your days are filled with joy My wish is the distance won't always be there That we continue to grow together In the shelter of love   My wish is to be tangled up with you in sheets With metaphors of cohabitations As sensual rain falls before the calling of sins While dreams descend And your days are filled with joy  ...

Added 11 Nov 2017 | Category Love Poems | Votes 17 | Avg Score 5 | Views 489 | 18 Comments

Beauregard's Driveway

I felt a slight brush, an excuse-me touch beneath the awning of dark clouds a summer storm was brewing in Alabama with the devil's hammer banging loud   the Spanish moss hung deathly still the bees returned to their combs even the locusts gave up the ghost as the timid scurried to their homes   I'd stayed in town to avoid the rush and the air was...

Added 15 Mar 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,091 | 21 Comments

The Dripping of the Tallow

I feel the dripping of the tallow like a sting a fleeting thing burning shallow on my flesh I felt afresh the beating of my pulse like a drum calling each drop falling in a rhythm to convulse my febrile loins my cock enjoined to rise in propinquity to your lips as your hips slowly rose between my thighs in your hand a candle wavers waxen droplets clot burning hot as I melt beneath...

Added 14 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 27 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,249 | 25 Comments

The Touch

Your soft and gentle hands I feel on my skin Gasping with your touch I close my eyes In anticipation of your quest Wet luscious lips I feel on my nape Were you kiss me in shadows of dusk Moaning as your fingertips touch Warm breath I feel against my skin Shivering nipples posing erect And your beating heart The feel of your penis pressed against me Ecstasy between my parting thighs In...

Added 24 Sep 2014 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 19 | Avg Score 4.95 | Views 1,819 | 18 Comments

Recommended Read Neve and the Sandman

"In the repertoire of my being, that of a mortal with creative juices...I, The Sandman and sweeper of sensuality make my nightly journey to seek out the one female creature that I might make my own.” Neve read these words to herself, then said aloud, “The sweeper of sensuality huh? Not in my experience.” Neve sat back in her bed. The story was from one of those online sites that specialized...

Added 18 Apr 2014 | Category Supernatural | Votes 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,586 | 19 Comments

The Train And The Tunnel

The train had been coming for years, always passing through the tunnel with loving care. Its steam and smoke adding to the tunnel’s love for it, hugging the walls near. It passed so close to its walls it seemed to be scraping them, and providing them with noise, rubbing and loving the tunnel. The tunnel loved the train. When the train entered the tunnel, its big round light was bright,...

Added 10 Aug 2016 | Category Love Poems | Votes 26 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,015 | 27 Comments

Recommended Read Clarissa's Tattoo

Clarissa slipped into the room when he opened the door, almost giddy with anticipation. She had come from sunbathing at the pool, her body oiled and tanned, looking much younger than her forty years. “I almost didn't come,” she said, reaching her hands to him. “I'm glad you did,” he said. He touched his lips to her fingertips, and took her in his arms. She could feel the stiffness of his...

Added 26 Sep 2015 | Category Voyeur | Votes 24 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 6,964 | 16 Comments

Rock me my baby

The garnishes of your kiss, Like soft breath touching my lips, Our fevered brow and hips, Sings stories of long ago. Medallions sparkle your eyes, While lust moans and passion sighs. Our thick and quivering thighs, Doing the Funky Chicken as hearts glow. As Father time carries onward ticking, And our lithe tongues caress and licking, Our bodies, all juicy love sticking, In reverent silence...

Added 29 Oct 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 1,612 | 17 Comments

Oranges and Plums, Part 2

Aditya's tongue darted in and out as she took a sip of wine and hissed. The guests in awe, that a slave would spit on a Raja. I motioned to my friend the marketer, he knew my signals. Three beautiful slave girls appeared in bridled wear of leather, a black half-faced mask with prickly pointed ears. A tail protruding from their asses as if horses. Aditya would be the fourth as she was fitted...

Added 12 Nov 2015 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,113 | 7 Comments

Like Memories Whisper

  Winter leaves of December Like memories whisper As they scurry about our once The garden of love now faded   Oh! how we danced The summer of our romance Now wilted petals And falling snow lay   Like memories whisper The coming of spring New petals of green And new dew   My thanks to Adagio Sabadicus for asking me to Co-Author this poem. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do. ...

Added 13 Jan 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,295 | 21 Comments

The Last Voyage Of The Henrietta Bone

An age when the world as we knew it was smaller, and there were lands still not discovered.  An age where the sea washed upon distant shores. It was no longer thought of as a square.  It, a majestic ship, constructed from the finest wood in the forest. Designed for transporting goods, or doing naval battle. Built with three masts, each towering a hundred feet, and it with a fuselage of...

Added 13 Jan 2017 | Category Historical | Views 5,317 | 29 Comments

The Story About George - Chapter Three - Snorkel and Grass

When George got home from the party, he took a nice hot shower. He wore his Loretta Lynn wig, but had a Green Bay Packer football helmet on also. He didn't want to lose the curls. The top of his helmet was growing grass, like a chia pet. Also, it had Bullwinkle antlers. It's not everyday that one sees a person with a snorkel and helmet taking a shower. It was either grass or some good...

Added 23 Mar 2016 | Category Anal | Views 5,886 | 13 Comments

The Story About George - Chapter One - Hot Pants

George Smart was just your average seventeen year old. He was kind of quirky and a virgin. He was looking to lose his virginity, but hadn't really had any offers. George had a lot to learn and needed somebody patient to show him the ropes. George's parents had asked their good friend Pamela to stay with them for a week. Pamela was their divorced friend. She needed a little time away from...

Added 16 Mar 2016 | Category First Time | Views 10,946 | 35 Comments

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