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Thank you for sharing...

Wowza ! Wee bit of angst and anger goin on in that .. very good write.

god i wish i was a poet like you

That looks like my face!

Please tell me more about Thoriated Tooth paste .. prior to the development of the first Uranium based bomb they had a working protoype of a Thorium Reactor .. which could provide clean and safe and virtually limitless energy owing to the fact that it has about 200X more exploitable energy than U235 .. and using the flouride salt method .. it can't melt down as it is a self - limiting process .. it is very abundant in nature .. your house sits on some of it .. the PROBLEM was .. they could not make a BOMB out ouf it.

ok so i might as well contribute...if only once.



One Stop Passed Nothing


The first beams of light are pushing their way through the darkness,
corrupting the night sky.
Your breathing has long ago turned soft and rhythmic.

My mind, occupied with carnal thoughts,
as my love scented fingers draw little circles
on the small of your back.

Your hair, tumbleweed twisted,
lays stretched out in all directions.
Most of it across the pillow, a few renegade strands cover your face
in such a way, that a blind man could run his hands over it
and read the letters s--e--x.




I'm thinking of you standing there,
nervous as I took your hand and led you to the bed.
How you said you were fine
and how voiceless mouths, then dictated the conversation.
Silence hid, until there were no hiding places.
And I remember your breath deepening,
your wet soft kisses as they began to harden
and turn more rousing and more aggressive.

Vividly I recall how a sigh interrupted your breathing,
when my hand traveled from your knee,
up your thigh and came to rest on your rolling hip.
I remember my leg sliding over yours
and you quivered ever so slightly.
Releasing a soft alluring moan as you spread them
just enough for me to fill the void...



Outside the world is slowly waking.
You remain my drawing board.
My tireless fingers play connect-the-dots
with the freckles on your back.
Making sure to spell out your name
and silly little things new lovers find cute.

My mind has me recalling how our hands explored unfamiliar territories.
Groping and squeezing, rubbing and lightly touching, repeatedly,
as if fingers contain the power of memory
and palms were capable of recording 3d images.

When I finally slipped my hand under your shirt
and reached unprotected skin;
your eyes ordered me to continue.
Your heavier exhales' demanded I free your flesh.



And there you were, Venus in lace...

If life were a bus route, I would have leaped from my spot,
ripped the cord from the wall, rang the bell and declared
this, my final stop!

I'll never forget that next kiss,
how you cupped my face with possessing hands and kissed me so true,
I forgave the entire world for all its shortcomings.
This non-temporal deliverance abruptly gave way to primal lust.

The moment you guided me into you,
my name escaped your lips
on the tail end of an accepting moan
and floated past me like a Monarch
fluttering towards the sun.

I lost track of everything,
time, my surroundings, everything but you.
You, matching me move for move,
thrust for thrust, breath for beautiful breath.
Until we melted together in love's liquid exclamation point!
My hand wrapped in your hair, pulling the skin on your neck firm.
Your legs, bent at the knees and draped over my lower torso,
while your arms pull me tighter to you.

I remember our deep, deep gasps for air slowing in unison
and how that final kiss reminded of ocean air,
salty and tart.
And I remember the very moment you fell asleep.


So here I am, pressed against you;
my fingers still diagramming your back.
Wondering, when you awaken,
how will you remember our first night?




kc `15

My point exactly! Thanks for poking your head up. There's one! Come on out I know there are more of you here.

Yup, you have identified it clearly. We learn when the brick wall hits hard enough

Peace out

Well, I think it depends on how you define love as....
I asked someone once if he thought romantic love and love per se was one and the same... Maybe this is a question that begs a thought...
And I asked once before why we have this addiction to falling in love, when it would be much nicer to just float in it....
I have learned to subscribe to the meaning of love as stated in the holy book... Patient, kind, does not delight in wrongs, seeks not it's own interest.... Not easy to achieve, I know... We can try at least, right? take care of yourself in the jungle

awww, it's the very last paragraph that cinched it.