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There was a time when our thoughts were music,
And our touches were the notes, A time without a language, When we knew what tongues were for, They were an extension of the music, As our hands conducted flow, The base was in our hearts and we knew how to let go. It was languid and delicious, Natural and hot, As the rhythm hummed around us, And the music hit the spot, There were no words and we knew what tongues were for, There were no lies when we knew what tongues were for. Language was born and the spirit was ripped from our souls, People learned to lie and let their music shrivel and die, We were the music,the base,treble and flow, We were so much more,when we knew what tongues were for, No need for lies,just the flow and the base, No need for lies when the music comes from your face. I despair as i see the same mistakes unfold, Words used as weapons,methods of control, Why can't they see,are they just that stupid and slow? Why don't they know,that is not what tongues are for. You can waste your own time and that is just fine, But don't assume you can f..k with mine, I'll be the treble,the flow and the base, As the music comes loudly from my face. It is so easy,so fluid and so much more, I don't need lies,that is not what my tongue is for, I am an extension of the music, My hands conduct the flow, The base is in my heart and I know how to let go, I am the spirit pure and primal, I can get lost in your eyes, But don't offer me your tongue,if you use your tongue for lies. So you can just groove on,don't look so surprised, I was open from the start,I have no respect for lies, I hope you find your equal,you can kill eachothers song, I have no spare time for ********,so please just jog along, Stay out of my flow,leave me to let go, Keep away from my base,as the music comes from my face, I just want more,because I know what tongues are for. |
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YES!
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Hello PT,
I feel like I am getting the measure of you now.Like stopteasing you have written alot and I can't read it all. I like the way your mind works the words though and you are not scared to approach sick puppies.Respect |
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must be because i actually like living vicariously through the writings of "sick puppies"...haha!
my mind doesn't take the words...it's the words that take my mind where they want to go... |
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There was a time when our thoughts were music, And our touches were the notes, A time without a language, When we knew what tongues were for, They were an extension of the music, As our hands conducted flow, The base was in our hearts and we knew how to let go. It was languid and delicious, Natural and hot, As the rhythm hummed around us, And the music hit the spot, There were no words and we knew what tongues were for, There were no lies when we knew what tongues were for. Language was born and the spirit was ripped from our souls, People learned to lie and let their music shrivel and die, We were the music,the base,treble and flow, We were so much more,when we knew what tongues were for, No need for lies,just the flow and the base, No need for lies when the music comes from your face. I despair as i see the same mistakes unfold, Words used as weapons,methods of control, Why can't they see,are they just that stupid and slow? Why don't they know,that is not what tongues are for. You can waste your own time and that is just fine, But don't assume you can f..k with mine, I'll be the treble,the flow and the base, As the music comes loudly from my face. It is so easy,so fluid and so much more, I don't need lies,that is not what my tongue is for, I am an extension of the music, My hands conduct the flow, The base is in my heart and I know how to let go, I am the spirit pure and primal, I can get lost in your eyes, But don't offer me your tongue,if you use your tongue for lies. So you can just groove on,don't look so surprised, I was open from the start,I have no respect for lies, I hope you find your equal,you can kill eachothers song, I have no spare time for ********,so please just jog along, Stay out of my flow,leave me to let go, Keep away from my base,as the music comes from my face, I just want more,because I know what tongues are for.  How sweet the feeling when someone says something just right at just the right time ...How succulent the message when they deliver it in verse ...Stop lying, you love a bit of waffle...
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Hi Leigh,
Quite a cryptic comment.But thankyou for the nice words. I hope the only tongues offered to you are free of lies.Lies are so flavourless it is impossible to tell from a kiss. Maybe the occasional lie would even be quite nice if the flavour was delicious.Alas they have no upside. Peace and love Lady Leigh |
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Hi Leigh, Quite a cryptic comment.But thankyou for the nice words. I hope the only tongues offered to you are free of lies.Lies are so flavourless it is impossible to tell from a kiss. Maybe the occasional lie would even be quite nice if the flavour was delicious.Alas they have no upside. Peace and love Lady Leigh 
Never cryptic with you..Lame attempt at humor  ...I love your work AND your commentary...Fresh, invigorating!....Stay forever, stay, please stay!....
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awww, it's the very last paragraph that cinched it.
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Your words are always beauty,love and light Leigh.Something tells me that nobody will ever have enough power to block out your sunshine and warmth.That pleases me.
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awww, it's the very last paragraph that cinched it.
Hello you, You look like summer. Is'nt the sun amazing. Warmth.Now that is a nice word. I wish you warmth. |
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awww, it's the very last paragraph that cinched it.
Hello you, You look like summer. Is'nt the sun amazing. Warmth.Now that is a nice word. I wish you warmth. haaaaaaaaaaaa The snow lays as an insulated blanket on this grey, cloudy day. Snow clouds. Promises of spring yet to come. 
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