February 26, 2001
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Strange Frequencies
I feel consumed.
I sense YOU all around me,
smelling of my hair.
It makes me warm down there.
Your senses are filling me,
touching me,
tasting me.
I pretend not to notice
but I pulse as your thoughts
start to drift
downward....outward,
consuming me.
Your breath is heavy on my flesh,
ripples cascade across my breasts.
Everything is heavy.
I can't move from the force of your thought,
your desire.
I feel you inside me, warm, full.
Don't hide.
I need not see your eyes,
I can feel them.
Tracing me,
consuming me,
rippling through my mind.
I'll pretend not to notice,
but passion is not blind.
JoAnn M.-D.©
Comments (6)
That was enticingly sexual...now where's my woman, I need to um...ya, um, talk to her...ya, that's it...
No, seriously that was cool! Liked it lots, and I am NOT A FREAK!
Ma'am, you stirred things in me that ain't been stirred since at least last week. *tips hat*
You sure done good with that one. Guess'n I would be a FrEaK unlike that thar Mister Kat person.
freakcreature reporting for duty! That set my wowser buzzing.
I like to inspire but I assure you....BOB and I have never had sex....he wishes! I do like his poem though...as long as I get the credit....you know!
-----Original Message-----
From: Bob
Sent: Monday, February 26, 2001 10:30 PM
To: A Girl named JoAnn
Subject: RE: Is it you again?
Strange, but true (inspired by JoAnn M.D.)
Strange but true, I contemplate you
Your wispy willowy flaxen hair
Your gaze, and your come hither stare
The touch the feel, of your glorious face
The smell, and the taste of what I embrace
Thick syrupy soupy and deeply in passion
Till the temptation comes a crashin'
Down your doors, your walls, your secret garden
Never asking forgiveness or for pardon
I'll always remember and never forget
The time I made your brow furrow and sweat
In rhythym and thunder your lust I did plunder
For it was mine as well, all else go to hell...
You taste me with your eyes and smell me with your tetth
I can no longer wait for what's underneath
Tearing, gnashing and all consuming
Fire, desire, and your little rose is blooming
Slippery, slappery and with a final groan
Our hunger fulfilled and then we both moan
We roll over with a kiss and a sigh
With a twinkle still in our eye
thank you for inspiring me honey
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever feel these feelings again then I read a really "stirring" poem from you....
*kiss* over and over again
Theres a lot to be said for sex of the intellect. Great work!
The brain is one of our most important sex organs....
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