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:
Single
Local Time:
25 Mar 2017 09:33
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 Mar 2017
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Amazing Sweet Grace

I had grasped my last straw And my eyelids closed I heard the cries of an angel As I passed on my way to Valhalla And it broke my heart For she had been in my dreams A lifetime it seems As I stepped from the escalator On the top floor of Shangri-La Many, many miles on high I lost all fear as my wife smiled My lover, my soul mate of sixty years As she kissed me with everything dear...

Added 16 Mar 2017 | Category Love Poems

A Soul's Fool Heart

Frittering not the tallow 'neath the fallen dusk As my prose fails to describe the silence of it all Shedding darkness of my soul's fool heart In a collection with my mortal perception With soothing touch and talc of heartfelt dust  Sweet as your breasts upon my chest With a brush of the feather I pen my sins As your lips touch my poetic immunity Drowing curses of yesterday's omens...

Added 15 Mar 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 613 | 17 Comments

Shadow In The Window

On the sheets without a thread Laying naked in bed As my thoughts turn to black And a shadow in the window With finger tips touching my glans And mournful sighs stretching my skin Giving me the heebie jeebies In modulation With lips drooling a dripping saliva   As the brush prickles my cock Bouncing heavy 'tween bedpost   As I hear a spiritual boast  While its mount my steed  My...

Added 13 Mar 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 572 | 14 Comments

Where There Is Smoke

It was on the cusp of dusk and a late autumn storm was brewing. A frozen fog hung over the small village of Tarrytown. A village of mostly Dutch ancestry, who had no predilections or immoral behaviors. A village of non-swearing apple pickers and scattered-vendors. It was the autumn of 1791, and as they say… "Frost was on the pumpkins." The frogs must have had a forewarning as they croaked...

Added 07 Oct 2016 | Category Historical | Views 3,647 | 12 Comments

Moment's Interlude

With poetic encore and a moment's interlude I compose prose with sensual desire On green carpets of soft Fescue Before the dew and the haze of the sun   And as the symphony of musical sensuality Move my baton of spiritual host I feel your breath upon my script With a stanza of love like butterfly wings    Like a ballet on glass of a shadow's dance Across my inkwell of thoughts and recants...

Added 12 Mar 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 575 | 14 Comments

The Willies

Who is masquerading behind shadows In the ossuary of my manuscripts?   Rattling at this quiet vesper hour With a voice of a Mezzo Soprano     Banging the pots as I dream  As the haints come haunting in  And you in knickers offering fellatio With your lips performing a chore And I in my cups prosing darkly thrills As you genuflect at the apse of my desk Bellowing winds blow, bringing the...

Added 10 Mar 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 608 | 15 Comments

Dark Of Stain

I felt the dark of the stain As dusk shadowed my mind Alone in inner chambers And I in my cups of dry gin As a festoon of webs Stuck like a brooch to my thoughts As words bellowed a Gothic book And I snickered with grin Feeling the shame A long gone stanza in my crook Of drooling damsels yearning Desiring a poet's itch As the spice of sage And midnight vespers Of her nearly parted thighs...

Added 09 Feb 2017 | Category Erotic Poems | Views 632 | 12 Comments

Red Socks

I felt the winter's chill As frost lay silently on my window pane In condensation with my conversation I spoke to your shadow as you refrained  But as the tallow spent And the humidor of the hearth warmed Your breath raised the hackles of my lust About the nether parts of my mortality As moans sighed from the campanile And your thighs gave rise I gathered from the embers Moments to...

Added 08 Feb 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 642 | 17 Comments

June Bugs Buzzed

When my rheumatism flared up And aches and pains dragged me down I wrote poetry and sipped dandelion tea While Betsy made a poultice With potions of love   As June bugs buzzed And in the old-time glider I sat down beside her    As the broken swing swayed Thinking 'bout the yesterdays In the summer haze As June bugs buzzed Now my rheumatism has passed And my tobacco didn't last Betsy laid...

Added 07 Feb 2017 | Category Love Poems | Views 603 | 12 Comments

Arcane

Mindful of the inclement weather, I had just left the theater. Tonight's offering—a local stage cast with an operatic Othello, by William Shakespeare. Attired in tails and a top hat, with spats on my brogans, I tapped my cane as I cantered along the pavement, carrying myself very well with a sense of who I was. Overhead, storm clouds were brewing with a tympani of thunder. Wind, whistling...

Added 04 Feb 2017 | Category Fetish | Views 2,786 | 22 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 17 | Avg Score 5 | Views 509 | 18 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 4.96 | Views 820 | 23 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 712 | 28 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 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,526 | 19 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 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,241 | 18 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 21 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 6,440 | 14 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 1,446 | 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 2,645 | 8 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 3,413 | 28 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 24 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,098 | 23 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 5,383 | 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 10,212 | 36 Comments

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