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:
22 Sep 2017 04:27
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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21 Sep 2017
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Pussy-Foots'

As her pussy-foots' tighten about my cock I moan in ecstasy of my pecker's jubilation With a cuming of my penis chowder  In manifestation of a spiritual choir As I sow my seeds at full moon With a sheepskin of fermented fodder Before the witch gathers her flock Raising the hackles of my gloom With a digger's itch tilling her clit While howling in the north forty Dragging my nuts in...

Added 21 Sep 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 171 | 2 Comments

With The Whiting

With the whiting of the clouds I blew a wafting marshmallow And a sweet hint of dew on the petals of a mornings' sunflower As the knees of the bees genuflect while spreading sweet pollen And the shadow of you dance on my chest with love's silhouette While the Gods in heaven blow on cue a summer shower choir And the honeybees raise their umbrellas Before the grapes ferment a ambrosia's...

Added 19 Sep 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 465 | 6 Comments

...Of Bluegills

Infectiously smitten by your kisses With reset buttons like puppet show In my giddiness like vertigo Like cock robin on a xylophone Poetically reclined in knockabouts While rocking in my composing chair  As your lips of sin covet my cock Infectiously smitten by your kisses Boiling my grits as I moan     Of bluegills and head bobbing              ...

Added 16 Sep 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 596 | 14 Comments

The Chronicles Of A Vicar. Part 1 - Lady Stephanie's Romans

The Nave had stood since the latter part of the sixteenth century. Surrounded by walls of climbing ivy, praising the Lord as it crept. A brume of dusk was befalling the approaching night as I adjusted my collar. I am the Vicar of St. Mary's, an Anglican church. A church with rumors, yet not approaching my perusal as I was inclined to avoid gossiping fools. My meager stipends awarded me with...

Added 09 Sep 2017 | Category Historical | Views 6,221 | 15 Comments

I Vont Yu Tureen

I vampire, (Ezekiel) a living dead body. Contradictory, but so am I. Although, I have an odorous musk about my flesh. My personality is that of gentleman in full control of his sanity. Some referring to me as an abscess on the ass-end of humanity. Residing in a grave, a portmanteau or a 1947 DeSoto coupe, I suck blood from the living. Occasionally nourishing my hungering lust with tomato...

Added 24 Aug 2016 | Category Humor | Views 3,094 | 13 Comments

Playing Stoned

Once upon a cloaking shroud as my words bellowed loud When the seductive whore of Babylon gave me wink And the arbiter of my impending became my shadow  As the shenanigans of sins swam in my gin  With a clapperboard sounding my script Playing stoned on the devil's xylophone  While the raven tickled my ivories with it's tongue  The pendulum of my cock versed it's thirst Sluicing...

Added 29 Aug 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 803 | 24 Comments

From A Pintle

Viewed from a pintle of the looking glass Perhaps I gave too little in samples Poetically in words it was too simple Enough is enough for some people As an ampule of my ink dribbles  And the nib of my pen fiddles All my love in a chalice thimble Enshrined in gilded hymnals  When your breasts pillow my mind Feeling the everness of your divine And my poetry begins to shine With prayers of...

Added 20 Aug 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 798 | 17 Comments

Recommended Read As I Scooched

As I trundled about my shop In my slippers as I scooched A stoop shouldered sway The early hours of dawn  Feeling the tranquility of it all As the flambeau flickered And the dust mite whiskers Brushed my arms As you danced with a splinter Casting a thinner of my own image A ghostly fellow of last winter When I came down with the ague Of the season just past Then you kissed my lips With alms...

Added 12 Aug 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 843 | 28 Comments

Olives On Toothpicks

The orgies of my sins originated with my pen And then banshees came echoing at night As my mind wallowed in drunken dreams While caterwauling winds knocked at my shins As I damned the illusions in my sleep Concluding it was the green olives on toothpicks But perhaps it was gin that gave me the numbs On a cairn of doom as your fingers creep Fleshing your wanton lips with a drooling...

Added 05 Aug 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 667 | 15 Comments

Rascals Of My Mind

As the rascals of my mind unwind its twine And I feel an exuberance of love shine As your ambrosia's scent binds time To dally my twaddle with words so fine While leaves concede to the winds Aligning to a bard's poetic composure Falling about the ribbons in your hair   As shadows dance with my maiden fair   And the withershins of a kind mime    As the rascals of my mind unwind its...

Added 29 Jul 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 614 | 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 937 | 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 1,130 | 24 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 1,700 | 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 3,498 | 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 943 | 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 6,854 | 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 1,552 | 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 3,003 | 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 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,237 | 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 4,976 | 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 5,756 | 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 10,764 | 35 Comments

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