About Adagio

Biography

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

I'm am what I am. I don't have a pulse for BS. I like to write in my spare time if I feel the spirit move me. I am not gifted, but I like the words. My style may not be what is the norm, but I write for my own amusement. With the assistance of some mods, I think I have developed into a respectful writer.

I spent twelve years in the USMC after college. Married a Canadian gal and open a chain of video shops. Luckily, i sold them before the bottom fell out. I now own a small bookshop in the deep south, located near a swamp. I also have a small share of a Blues Lounge.

Name:
Adagio
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Married
Local Time:
21 May 2018 05:30
Interests:
Books and people watching keep me busy. When writing, I enjoy collaborating with another writer.
I have collaborated with many here on Lush and also willing to converse about the different styles.

I'm not in the least interested in parlor tricks or playing patty-cake with egos.
Favorite Books:
One's I haven't read.
Favorite Authors:
Ones that hold my attention.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series
Favourite TV Shows:
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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Song Sung Shade

I was dead. Struck by a bullet. Caught in a crossfire, I was a hapless victim of an armed robbery. My funeral was short and sweet, my remains lowered in the earth beneath an early morning mist. My sister stood in token black, as tears cascaded down her lovely face. "Now I'm alone... so alone." That was several years ago, as the clock keeps mortal time. How I have missed the kisses that...

Added 19 May 2018 | Category Supernatural | Views 1,190 | 6 Comments

Wiggle Toes

Playing softly in our doze, on our quilt compose, how goes, the rhyme knows, playing naughty, wiggle toes. As your toes play my cock's harp with kisses of love in our inglenook, and one for your cute little nose, playing naughty, wiggle toes. While giving fellatio to my piccolo,    with a wisp of a breath's blow, the shy of the eyes sigh, playing naughty, wiggle toes. And as lips touch...

Added 15 May 2018 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 589 | 10 Comments

The Evergreen Gorse

There was the who, the who of my heart, a who we will not depart of abstract flipcharts, and evergreen gorse.   A gauzy shadow our wake, with a kiss of the who, but the who was you, as dew fell on the yew,   my lady of cordon bleu.      ...

Added 14 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Views 724 | 11 Comments

Skullduggery In Gotham City

The devil's henchmen lurk in the souls of ill-gotten fools With unscrupulous pens giving me the willy-nillies As the gigolos of prose pathetically attend their ala mode With lap dances of skullduggery in Gotham City As the cock in the till of my britche's salutes Belching with the ooze of dry vermouth And the harlots serenade with Drambuie over ice   Brocading a sarong of chiffon...

Added 13 Apr 2018 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 614 | 7 Comments

Of Cloaked Vesture

A palsied penumbra by any other name is still a rook of cloaked vesture. Like a locust with a St. Vitus dance, shedding its outerwear of disposition, the tall, gaunt man grinned. He was of devious nomenclature, and pseudonymous character. He imbibed a rum laudanum from a flask, pausing, touching the window pane, with a gelatinous temper of lustful desire and his fingers tapping like...

Added 12 Apr 2018 | Category Lesbian | Views 2,649 | 12 Comments

Bitter Sweet

Bound by catechisms of erstwhile poets Resting in orchards now covered by loam Bearing bones in Valhalla's stone ossuary Giving me the seeds that sewed my oats To be a better man than poets on thrones And as I scribe of bitter sweet's remorse Oracles ring down a chorus of fornication Poetically conceived in my coronation Scribing memories of a first love's heart Mesmerized by her...

Added 11 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Views 651 | 12 Comments

Darkening Woes

With verses chastising my darkening woes In close quarters of a jester's commute Shadowing the jackdaws of my mind As if wild onions souring my Similac As my muse strokes my manhood In love making like a game of Pachisi With an imbrication of her fingers While rolling her eyes And walls of my shell spilling the yoke As if wild onions souring my Similac Shedding the wimple of her...

Added 08 Apr 2018 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 685 | 11 Comments

Scones Today

Beyond the sunset of canopy sky neath a paper mache moon   And a shadow's eye as romance is in the chords   Of a harp's sonata and a moonbeam's theme   With kisses from your lips like egg cream   And a saucer cup full of gambol's love   As dulcet is stirred with lovely words of scones today   And I declare with chocolate eclair you as my troth  ...

Added 07 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Views 547 | 6 Comments

Perhaps

Is it quiche Lorraine Perhaps snuggle of romance On a cloud's futon following the rain As peenie wallies pepper the sky Losing verses of rhymes as you giggle my ear With a scent of Lambrusco following the rain Feeling the mist of your warm breath As petals of orchids kiss like lovers do Or is it quiche Lorraine Perhaps, following the rain    ...

Added 06 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Views 631 | 7 Comments

Shakers Of Sand

Like a caravan my memories traverse Over dunes of my mind's thinker And shakers of sand. On an escalator to the ascending moon With footprints in Arizona, Shooting a Tequila. As the Sonoran sun falls And the Red Centaury sleeps, As we kiss neath a zephyr's touch And the hackles of the saguaro. From the edges of the auberge noire, The night’s sands slip away, Leaving...

Added 05 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Views 705 | 12 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Adagio

Me and You

At the start there were hearts, and flowers and such-like stuff, and whatever you offered me, you said was not enough. But I shared with you my wish,  with nary a fuss until we depart  on a trellis dish of cuttlefish.   In the noon-day of delight, there was passion, there was lust, and we did what we did, not from duty but because we must For the gusting wind trussed  a...

Added 28 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 408 | 9 Comments

Idols

There is a little yellow idol, not to the east of Katmandu, but rather in the mirror, where you gaze on you. From the solipsism of your lust, to the foothills of your desires, from the have to the must, there the shadow falls Of the praise of self, there is no end just a beginning and a continuation which no man's hand can mend, or woman's heart could compass If not for...

Added 24 Apr 2018 | Category Love Poems | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 339 | 8 Comments

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 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 627 | 14 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 18 | Avg Score 5 | Views 799 | 19 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 23 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,459 | 27 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 1,478 | 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 2,089 | 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 3,799 | 19 Comments

As a phoenix

  I burned like a wild fire crackling at first, at the origins. The brightest fire of them all, so naively I thought... But then I turned into ashes, my whole world was dry, his touch turned poisonous.. And I... I crawled in the corner, convinced that I was to be made By memories only. Pleasure of the past, forgotten, gone. No more arms to hold me. Where was that luscious taste? It is in...

Added 20 Dec 2017 | Category Love Poems | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 419 | 10 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 1,158 | 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 7,297 | 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 16 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 1,762 | 16 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 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,396 | 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 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,453 | 20 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 6,242 | 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 6,183 | 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 11,537 | 35 Comments

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