About Adagio

Biography

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

I am my own person and don't subscribe to Silliness Inc. I write for the enjoyment and to express in my own way. I haven't the time or interest in bantering about drama and fantasies.

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 Jul 2017 19:02
Interests:
Books and trying to understand what makes people tick. Usually their tick is not tocking right time. A news junkie and scribbler when time allows me.
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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24 Jul 2017
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Stories Published By Adagio All Stories »

Tossed To The Winds

As good fortunes have fallen on me A change of course in my anomaly With words more soothing And less bellicose I shall be   As my tongue has had it's bell rung Casting my darkness into the sea  As my muse sings me happy songs With kisses in lands of my dreams While my prose cries of martial bliss  And all precautions tossed to the winds             ...

Added 22 Jul 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 532 | 11 Comments

Nary A Quaint

I felt the shawl of dark fall a distant thrall As I sliced cheddar and hard bread And nary a quaint blessing of it all Wth a sop from a tankard of brew As a crumb pass a shadow of dust Through cracks in my weathered abode And with a kiss I 'fessed a prose Of garlands in your shawl With a faintness of soft breath Kindly sinning the thoughts of yee Caressing the heat between your thighs...

Added 15 Jul 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 591 | 15 Comments

...And Stillness Near

It was a thread of silence that echoed in my ear Of quietness at a distance and stillness near  With a chorus of the blues ringing in my ale As I felt a runaway tear abandoning my fear As the valiance of dawn gave rise to the sun  On a new mown lawn of God's given tongue  Your spirit awoke my weeping mellow With a wisp of your lips smiling kiss Of quietness at a distance and...

Added 08 Jul 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 591 | 12 Comments

My Shop's Compendium

  From my shop's compendium of tomes and curiosities  Of magpies and curds in my mind's decanter   As a scrawler of poetry and wayfaring sins And I a scroll howler of tonic and gin Shedding my ambiguity and foolish chanter While taking stock of my asinine behavior Dog-earing a page setting a new stage As a windsock in the meadow led my way  To nature's sprawling divine and...

Added 01 Jul 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 510 | 8 Comments

Putting On My High Top Galoshes

Like all writer's, the names and locations have changed in order that I can stretch my imagination. With the exception of Savannah, Georgia, most is pure swamp water fabrication. I pride myself in being both literate and illegitimate, as I made it through university. Although my family is dysfunctional, we don't get along past my weekly donations to their Sunday bingo's. My mom finds...

Added 14 May 2014 | Category Humor | Views 20,110 | 9 Comments

Shadows In My Gin

In conversations with mutual acquaintances And dust mites taking flight in spite Casting but a shadow in a pantomime sort of way Scripting in long-hand words poetically concave At a sensual hour in residence of a spire As bells chime a chorus of zephyrs' choir In communion with castaway poets As a spirit within the tower touch my soul And as her tongue unfurls and lips kiss my fold ...

Added 24 Jun 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 564 | 8 Comments

...And Whatnots

As an umbra of prose cast dots and whatnots On a valiance of dusk as my lips succor remorse A shadow of myself lust in tomes of omnibus 'Tween dark pages of ominous Suckling in a nest of your breasts I confess The showers of love these midnight hours Giving gust to the winds on due course Casting dots and whatnots  ...

Added 22 Jun 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 595 | 10 Comments

My Cock's Bastille

Of wilted hours and swill's gibberish While a trail of a dark cloud looms Being swept by the devil's broom  Beneath a toxic rusting red moon And I in recess of a catacomb's womb Hemorrhaging lust of my cock's Bastille While prosing Goth in a journal of sins With apostrophes and an ossuary of pens Shaking sand to absorb the staccato As lightening crashes a crescendo On wilted petals of...

Added 15 Jun 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 538 | 6 Comments

Where The Bogeyman Trolls

As fleeting as a daunting's whisper Whispering of a breath upon my skin  Came a zephyr of winds From deep down in my soul With a musk of lust in translation And graven sins of copulations Where the bogeyman trolls With eyes of bituminous coal And out of the dust a shadow grew Corroded with curses of disgust Wearing a corset of the devil's queue As my hungering lips kissed her breasts With...

Added 08 Jun 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 587 | 9 Comments

Asphalt And Fescue

I didn't even know her name, but she would hustle and fuck suitors on top of a picnic table. She would ride cocks like Annie Oakley. In those days, you would deliver her a pizza and give her a wink. She was well known around Indian Springs trailer park. Ample in the chest, with shapely legs, she wore her Daisy Dukes well. When you stood up to leave and zippered your trousers, your cock...

Added 02 Feb 2017 | Category Humor | Views 3,506 | 13 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Adagio

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 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 834 | 20 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 26 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,046 | 24 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 897 | 27 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 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,642 | 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 3,451 | 19 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 23 | Avg Score 4.9 | Views 6,746 | 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 1,514 | 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 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,898 | 8 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 22 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,207 | 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 4,582 | 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 5,655 | 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 10,576 | 35 Comments

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