Serene Laudene Lee
Serene Laudene Lee
Oct 20, 2011

It’s eleven a.m.
I’m in yesterday’s slip
And I awake to the sound of the dog licking his lips

He’s in the room
At the edge of the bed
With an unobstructed view of my delectable head

I follow his stare
Which travels down my hips
His stomach churns and his saliva drips

Suffice it to say
If he's not swiftly fed
Yours truly here will soon be dead

The cat was sitting there licking his balls .
He stops suddenly and looks at me , like for seconds . Then he seems to say , "What? It can happen ."
Then all the boys there are wishing they could lick their balls and they wouldn't have to fool with women . It' a good thing their fathers couldn't .
Mary comes in wearing shorts that shows her clit and a t-shirt so tight her nipples stick way out . Mary had big nipples , the kind a baby could find on any dark night (or horny boyfriend)
Tonight Mary had neither and she was looking for a download from anyone . Uploads would do too . Mary liked to be on top of her game .

#sex   #cats   #balls   #clit  

I drive way too fast
to worry about a low carb diet.

#hell   #crazy   #blue   #diet   #flying   #racing   #like   #fast   #hot   #all   #split   #ready   #mad   #quick   #fleeting   #trending   #brisk   #nimble   #bat   #swift   #lew   #double   #beryldov   #electric   #streak   #snap   #active   #pronto   #carb   #agile   #rapid   #accelerated   #dashing   #flashing   #fleet   #hurried   #winged   #breakneck   #chop-chop   #double-time   #expeditious   #expeditive   #hairtrigger   #hasty   #hypersonic   #jiffy   #lickety   #pdq   #posthaste   #presto   #screamin   #snappy   #speedball   #supersonic   #velocious  

Everything will be alright,
sooner
or
later.
If it still ain't alright,


you're still before the sooner.

#short   #in   #past   #of   #the   #day   #running   #below   #and   #late   #help   #one   #on   #constant   #more   #gone   #fast   #forward   #order   #back   #rise   #present   #by   #early   #long   #mend   #edit   #better   #turn   #then   #going   #recover   #quick   #following   #behind   #soon   #lift   #later   #since   #post   #connected   #serial   #another   #trending   #progress   #after   #next   #lew   #previous   #ahead   #before   #beryldov   #pick-up   #raise   #former   #subsequent   #ulterior   #directly   #forthwith   #instantly   #pronto   #polish   #fore   #advance   #correct   #increase   #boost   #logical   #posthaste   #thereafter   #ultimately   #continuing   #previously   #quickly   #civilize   #increasing   #rapidly   #amend   #rally   #upgrade   #promptly   #posterior   #rear   #develop   #reform   #revamp   #revise   #progressive   #ante   #augment   #anon   #sequent   #succeeding   #successive   #eventually   #purify   #continuous   #uninterrupted   #numerical   #promote   #recuperate   #ere   #update   #ameliorate   #elevate   #enhance   #rectify   #shortly   #speedily   #presently   #betimes   #coming-down-the-pike   #expeditiously   #fleetly   #hastily   #lickety-split   #aforetime   #antecedently   #anteriorly   #formerly   #heretofore   #precendently   #sooner   #up-to-now   #ensuingly   #intra   #latterly   #hoc   #subsequently   #thereon   #ensuing   #proximate   #downstream   #recent   #postliminary   #subsequential   #afterwards   #hind   #hindmost   #chronological   #sequential   #serialized   #seriate   #seriatim   #succedent   #successional   #understandable   #convalesce   #cultivate   #emend   #meliorate   #refine   #sharpen   #skyrocket   #come-around   #perk-up  
Vodka kills germs lickety-split,
Dan Speers
Sep 25, 2013

Vodka claims a great benefit:
Vodka kills germs lickety-split,
But, alas, I've no proof of this
Since I can't get germs to drink it.

lickety split
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

those little laugh crinkles
around your nose
those tiny white hairs
upon your toes
the way you emerge
still dripping wet
fresh out of the tub
(you make me sweat)
the way your panties
never quite fit
makes me hot and hungry
lickety split
my passion,
never truly fed
until we bring
our dreams to bed
i love you more
than life itself
if i play Santa
will you be my elf?

Then, whole-house clean-up, “Lickety-split!”
N R Whyte
N R Whyte
Apr 4, 2012

Sighing deeply into Omi’s embrace
Like a thimble replaced in a sewing kit,
Her permanent warmth that can’t be erased.

A doily made of cream coloured lace,
Her set of values is tightly knit,
Sighing deeply into Omi’s embrace.

She makes extra stroganoff, just in case,
Then, whole-house clean-up, “Lickety-split!”
Her permanent warmth that can’t be erased.

My sister and I in a hiding place,
And nothing of our plums left but the pit.
Sighing deeply into Omi’s embrace.

The whole rainbow neatly interlaced,
In Omi’s garden, her butterflies flit,
Her permanent warmth that can’t be erased.

That pair of blue sweat pants we couldn’t replace
Because no other pair will ever quite fit.
Sighing deeply into Omi’s embrace,
Her permanent warmth that can’t be erased.

lickety-split
Essentian
Essentian
Oct 20

Sometimes I reside in the other
Not necessarily experimenting
Maybe a bug buzzing about
Try bit computing
My harebrained ways
An elsewhere poking
about, random light
bounce, flip,
And I
chunk out you
wiggling,
lickety-split
I am a ball; you are a ball
what is love doing?
what is life doing?
the medium imports true
obviously multiples of you
and me's
So what sets the process of
the heart and this thing, love?
Something is pointing at the
Lazy Susan's dirty panties
on the table and
I'm picking leaves, smelling
trees, and knowing a fortune
cookie
will not grant dreams, I am
a ball; you are a ball
A dream spinning out into
nothing, irreversible

#time   #space   #head   #particles  
lockets lickety locked and
Gigi Tiji
Gigi Tiji
Aug 15

we stumbled
in tattered coats
past shattered windows
in bob-bobbing boats
on creaky rotting docks
over sneaky sharp rickety rocks
with throbbing throats
lockets lickety locked and
pockets purposely blocked but your
mouth is a wide open
crock -
a pot of dribbling bullshit
nonstop drip-drop
dripping droplets devoid of thought
from the chin of your
head -
heavy enough to bring everyone down but inflated enough to keep you floating in the clouds
where the crowds
look like ants with
crushed cans and can'ts
and you can't tell if
I'm alive or dead
but you don't give a fuck
and now you're shit out of luck you
tiptoe on egg shells of
glass ' shattered spells

and I can smell a rat from a mile away but apparently I won't know a brat till they're under my skin and I can feel them crawling

flow of consciousness
 
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