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 Mar 2013 Chris D Aechtner
st64
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.

Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of  Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.

So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.


Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.




Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
A touch of nostalgia for the beauty of innocence in the eyes of my youngest child, who as a 5-year-old then, used to enjoy organic playtime . . . .
Written in 2007.

Everything must pass.
 Mar 2013 Chris D Aechtner
st64
Meet the Whisperer....
(Oh, and you will want to, promise :)


1.
He can shape and mould
To aught pleasure he desires.

When he calls them at will
Supple compliance at his command.

Yes, they come like twitching magnets
Real easy beck and call.

Such happy slaves are they
Very few recalcitrant ones.

He twists and trims their sides
Makes them kneel before his want.

He will harness their might
Bend them sweetly to his gratifix.

Perchance, skittish on occasion
Yet they serve their master well.

They can spread to furthest capacity
Turning dried veracity into well-loved fable.

He whips them to submission
Insanely alive, they need birth certificates!

Yet tenderly, he caresses, explores
Renders dramatic echoes in outrageous lore.


2.
They melt like marvelous putty, toffee in deft hands
Makes them caress YOU sensuous, everywhere...

They reach deep, tap in and touch your core
Delight or thrill....or equally meet your mind.

Yes, they can stick you with bruising truth
Move you, or bring you to your knees....

They can furnish context with telling content
And with stunning detail, woo the sox off thee :-p

He articulates every brief encounter
With sage and timeless passion.

Molten liquid drips from his entrancing tip
In gilt carriages headed your way....

When the whisperer appears, best be ready
To receive what he may see fit to flay on you!

If that's too tall an order, it amounts to
Clipped wings, falling sadly short of flight.

Be willing to taste that mesmerising lilt
Indebted you'll be to the lack of crude reality.

Oh, reader...retire not spirit of droll mind
Revel eager in rich spark for riveting trips.

Yes, he is the one, your...
One and only word-whisperer.


(Enchante, cher lecteur :)

bows




Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Only words, you guys....lol
Shhhhh.....!

Words...mere purveyors of thought, not so?

Yet you must admit.....
Appointments with terrific words and the broad mind can lead to......zippingly cool romps and staggeringly impressive mental empires.

Yes, to submerge the mind in an endless sea of tremendous words and well-turned phrases....if you learn to swim well there....oh, what wonders await there .....open your mind....

Well.....hope you don't turn down the (actually, androgynous) whisperer...should you be so lucky to have a chance encounter or two....lol
 Mar 2013 Chris D Aechtner
st64
Sliding into the water as I rise
She holds onto me, I stand steady
Feeling the hot, soapy suds slide down me
Her fingers on my legs, gently caressing

I look down to see what my leopard-girl's up to
Through the steam, I feel her roving eyes
Whose slinky slits belie what she intends
Not an inkling do I have ....of what she holds in store.

Then she's beside me....yes, her on bended knee
And with her lips planted carelessly along my belly
I quiver now in the shimmering heat of her arrows
On her haunches, darting lower now to thighs....

I flinch in disbelief as she reaches up, all coy
Does a befuddled thing I would never expect
She.....oh, holy smackerel in a barrel, baby!
What in blazes ARE you doing to me?

My senses fall to pieces, mind in utter disarray
Wordlessly, I try real hard to hold it together
As she scratches lightly, while purring oh-so deep
My feline fantasy coming oh-too-true!

Mumbling sweet-nothings in a haze of desire
Ramming shaft into her mouth, we make a different musical jam
Throttling up all the way to the hilt
Sure ain't nothing so sweet as her takin'-at!

She shifts the rolling gears,  I sway along
Clutching her hair for support, I humbly beg release
I see her ***** her eyes, makes ME ***** her harder
Makes me buck, drives me up that ***** wall!

I am in the driver's seat now, better believe
Feel a touch unsteady, but I hold her reins
I pull her maddeningly tight into me
Such delicious thrills course through my veins.

Pumping on vigorously, I'm-a  gonna spurt
But I know I have to pull the plug a bit
So her face and neck and **** rejoice
As not everyone can swallow what I give.

Ooh! Sweet heaven...now rinse off all-a that love-sap
Gingerly step out, wreathed in smiles
I let her soak on, as she's wont to do
She loves a delayed bath and I do need the time....

No room at all for doubt must be left
For her to earn folded returns for sated favour
She must be famished for some humble pie
How creative shall I prove to be, I wonder....

Swathed in terry cloth, her skin all pink-an-rosy
Oh, will she be just ripe-an-ready for this picking
Deftly will I lead her down, on downy floor
And mete out sweet and fitting penalty.

Growing exceeding restless, she will moan
But I shall will her to her knobby knees
Shame, wouldn't want her to be uncomfy
Give the lass a cushion....there, there.

I will rake my nails delightful 'cross her back
My leopard-girl will taste and be a crumpled mess
She will crave the whips across her ****
To match her lovely, striped, distorted mind!

And.... do I spy the goldfish bowl beside our bed?
Yes, methinks a wicked dip.... will do the trick
And her tower of resistance crumble, it must
Oh yeah, have I got a treat laid out for my pussycat!


Star Toucher, 30 March 2013
Just a .....tiny tidbit, really :)
There's a paradox in here, dunno if it's detectable....
Rather, hope it's ....um, delectable! Lol

Arrr!

Written in Jan 2913.
I see circles defined by squares in cyphers deciphered from tongues gone silent, patiently waiting for the next man to hear.
It was the candy kids who danced regardless of the weather, and i am better to have watched them die up there, so very close to the sky.
As though a booster pack of magic cards
They broke the seal
And discarded what they didn't want
Collecting the rejected
I built my deck
While everyone chose their colors
I chose every one
And with my eclectic half deck
The rejected won
 Mar 2013 Chris D Aechtner
bambi
I've learned to submerge
in sparse droplets of
your scent and skin

I let them melt on my tongue
so that they may sustain
my body for months

I will bathe in this for a moment
but your fresh wet scent
will linger


and I refuse to quench this thirst

though I know I'm going to drown.
Work in progress, what do you think of it.
Spellbound by love guides us together.
We detoxify ourselves from all impurities.
We shed our skin only to expose the truth.
There is no warranty for immortality.
Always there, Justin Tyme.  He's a good friend of mine.

This morning I went into the kitchen and yelled "you're toast!" and then I ate it.

A lovely response to a question:  "Does a bear **** in the woods?"
I reply, "What about polar bears???"

When people say, "Jesus is holy." Do you think he cringes?

My girlfriend told me that I had scruples. I suddenly became scared and made a doctor’s appointment for an STD check.

What did Ernie say when Bert asked to get ice cream? “Sure Bert.”


I find it interesting when people say,
"It's the quiet ones you have to "worry'' about.
I believe it's the ones who blend in you have to worry about.

"Awkward Silence" ??
What is so awkward about silence???
I believe people are awkward, not silence.
...................................................

I need some bliss so,  I'm going to be ignorant.


Along with his three Peeps, Hershey Kisses the Tootsie Roll Midgets.


To display their different mediums of art, the sky is the Gods exhibit and we are the critics.


For the Nondreamers:
You may look down on me as If I appear to have my head in the clouds.
Note to self: When you look up at the sky, I'm looking down on you.

Some say I'm cheesy...may be that I'm just Krafty.

I saw a sign on the freeway that said 'Exercise daily and walk with Jesus.' So I did. Jesus and I walked together laughing and smiling all the way to the lake front, but he kept walking...Then it dawned on me,  I forgot my aqua shoes.

"I tend to add a hint of lemon while preparing my sought after traditional Christmas goose."   Here's a hint, don't ruin the hint.

Ask a person with a lisp to say thimble and symbol...it sounds the same.

We are all artists who never put ourselves out for display.

Empty thoughts filled with absence.

What's on my mind is nothing, but what's inside is pure bliss.

I'm existing in the nonexistent.

God needs glasses and hearing aids.

Last night she nailed me harder than Jesus! (too soon)??

"I would be more than happy to give you an external hard drive."

"Ah, give or take.'' I'm confused...what do I do??

Good Friday??? Good God! That's terrible.  Put me on a cross and I'll tell you how "good" my day is...maybe we should consider revising the name of this holiday?

I'm a conductor who's lost his train of thought.
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