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 Jun 2016
Gaffer
She liked the sound of music
Soft and sultry
Sometimes dark
But mostly in mind

She liked turning him on
Watching him smile
******* her slowly
But mostly in mind

She liked the sound of music
Soft and sultry
Sometimes dark
But mostly in mind

She liked the way he teased her
Moving slowly to her love zone
Tantalising her soul
But only in mind

She liked the sound of music
Soft and sultry
Sometimes dark
But mostly in mind

She liked the build up
The tension
The screaming, the release of pleasure
But only in mind.
 Jun 2016
Mike Adam
Office girls hitch their skirts
craving lunchtime sun

Rabbitting salad
admiring slender thigh

Prince charming rides by
his charger rearing

This evening the ball
is all in cinders
 May 2016
VS aka Jason Cole
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
 May 2016
Cweeta Cwumble
i want to feel the rush,
the tingly fireworks under my skin,
the buzzing sparks of awakeness.
i want to feel the bubble burst in my chest.
i want to dance. i want to ride the music
like a rollercoaster,
i want the thrill of the next drop,
the next wave of euphoria
pulsating through my veins
like electric current conducted by
all the goings-on around me
i want your energy and my energy
mixing together in the air around us
like a glittery galaxy milky-way aura,
a sanctuary of our own vibrations,
a place where our hearts are huge
and our egos small.
a place of peace, of love,
of unity, and respect,
of higher elevations
and acceptance for all.
can't we just do drugs?
 May 2016
Cweeta Cwumble
you do not belong here
you, with your filthy hands
and your dirt-eroded mind.
the cracked soles of your feet
have taken you through hell
and they are not welcome
to walk on this sacred grass.
do not touch the flowers here.
do not lay one oily finger on a single petal.
your greedy hands would pluck them all,
ripping their beautiful bodies from the earth,
snapping their roots, their lifelines,
so that you could put them in a glass vase
where they would live out the rest of their days
in the ***** water they'd rely on you to provide.

— The End —