About adagio_sabadicus
Biography

"I ONCE MET A PERSON WHO KNEW IT ALL AND NOTHING MORE. I DO NOT FEEL A NEED TO REINVENT MYSELF OR GET INTO A NUMBERS GAME. TO ME, FRIENDS ARE MORE THEN A NUMBER."

Owner of a small bookshop down-south. Graduate of a university up-east with a degree in Psychology, Philosophy and Sociology. I am offended by lies from those who have to pretend the truth...the ones who are mired in their own quicksand. A writer when the pen feels comfortable in my hand. I could care less about the color of Batman's cape, cowboy hats, lizards that spit fire or mutts that howl at bunny rabbits and playing Ding Dong school. I hung that up many box-tops ago.

Name:
adagio_sabadicus
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
Single
Interests:
I am a news junkie and follower of current events...having no use for foolish liars and admirers of crap. COMMON SENSE and LOGIC rule the day. Art and reading when not working draw my interest...toss in conversation with like minded people.
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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Date Joined:
24 Jan 2013
Last Visit:
28 May 2015
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Stories Published By adagio_sabadicus
Aroused

I don't often become aroused at what I can't see Except when it's beauty of the forest and fallen leaves As the breeze whispers halos about my neck The boughs dance on the honeycomb trees And kiss my memories of wildflowers and you As your soft breath lands on my soul And the buzzing of the bees loom With keynotes of love songs past...

Added 15 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 686 | 6 Comments

Half-Past Six

Gone are the knots that made my socks with loose threads, laying on my bed and gone are the posters that hung on my wall, of past rockers, names I can't recall.   Where have the place-mats gone, the ones with stains and state names, with graham cracker crumbs and noonday hums? Gone are the wind-up clocks with hands that glow in the dark, and wading pools in the park with chlorine? ...

Added 13 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 646 | 8 Comments

Dark Babylon

In allure with my dark Babylon  on banks of the parting Euphrates, dunes of time have molded me many years of syllabus I am told. As scrolls of the incubus charm  and erotically unfold the dawn of me, of six gold chariots of wine and myrrh and your soft thighs welcome wide.  With moans of sands at last  my tongue unwinds upon your chest,  and my given asp breathes in your scent...

Added 12 May 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 884 | 5 Comments

Pendulum-Do

Just a mere mortal of a poet in fancy pants  and but a shadow in the winds of my tailcoat, as the candle wax runs down sealing my verse. And my watch fob bobs at quarter-nine giving light to my devilish eyes shine, tiptoeing in high button shoes. What jingles my testicles, scratches my navel as I take hunger on your ravishing epitome and the moths flutter around taper lit. While...

Added 11 May 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 789 | 3 Comments

Elvis Tattoo

Gosh! I'm sloshed in Shiloh again somewhere between an apostrophe  and the punctuation line, as my tongue wangles upon your tits  and my pickle tickles your slit. It wasn't in the moonlight that your twat was my bread and butter,  it was on the stage where you stripped doing the hoochie coochie,  making my cock sputter. And now that you're old with false teeth, with tassels on...

Added 10 May 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 896 | 4 Comments

Windmills

In my memories I reached back into the archives of my knapsack, as if I had lived the essence of you  and the rising tides... eventfully they do. All the while with smiles you cast upon amber meadows down below, with gentle kisses come my way as clover dance and rosewood sway,  and the sea-bells ring. As mist of the waves blow caroling of thee I write of our golden rings,  ...

Added 09 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 711 | 4 Comments

Moonbeam Poet

As for as winds blow and whispers bring new sings and rhymes of spring,  the bees that be, buzz honeycomb trees as nectar drips sweet love,  I will be a moonbeam poet  and you my evening primrose. My words yearn for you  as my pen wiggles on grinning paper and soothing wine of my treats, sipping your nectar.  With blossoming red lips and soft fingertips swaying in midnight shadows,...

Added 08 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 598 | 7 Comments

The Kite

Whatever the ties of strings that wind  the threads of life gently in the breeze twining love songs and caroling, whatever the ties will sing most poetic rhymes of spring. And I as the poet with the pen bring my torch from dawn of charcoal with my lips of moisturizing dew, the words of everlasting true shining my shadow on you. As the sounds of time pass by  and the ball of twine...

Added 06 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 610 | 7 Comments

Pineapple-Moon

Words alone of my breath fail to express the ways I adore you and just the who you were,  as I compose final chapters of our seasons and the inkwell runs dry. Until the blowing winds carry me to infinity and the last of the stirring leaves fly,  on my drying parchment I will scribe as my tearing eyes cry. It wasn't but an autumn ago wild geese flew over and beyond our livings...

Added 05 May 2015 | Category Love Poems | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 541 | 5 Comments

Fill Me Full

Oh! the throes of sins fill me full grasping my cock by the hilt of pit-bull,  and the dry gin satiating my aroused soul. And lust playing pleasures with my nightly sojourns  of fleshpots and mirrored fantasies of my mind's eye,  as they swish and swash about my male tickle. So I lay scribbles of my escapades of harlots and maidens in chapter promenades, as in lair they bare...

Added 03 May 2015 | Category Erotic Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 829 | 7 Comments

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Posted: 27 Apr 2015 03:48
Have a great week...
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