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 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
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 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
Spaceman floating high above
Looking at the wonder,
Watching the marbles,
Of the universe glitter
Like baubles shimmering up high.
He is in the heavens weightless
But his heart is heavy,
His love is with his grasp
Unable to touch her face
In space no one can hear
A beat of a heart
Those words said
The universe consumes
Air,
Sound,
Love,
They floated in love
Voids in-between
Couldn't keep there feelings
Apart,
Through he put her gloved hand
Upon his heart,
She removed her helmet,
"He was hesitant"
But they were in love
Space couldn't keep them apart,
They kissed in the
Nothingness,
Darkness,
Void
But there connection
Shone bright in the heavens,
I was seen as a new star,
It was illuminating,
Love,
Emotions,
Warmth,
That radiated
There feeling upon the earth,
And it shone in to the stars
A love that echoed through out the universe,
For a time the stars seemed brighter touched by *love.
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
She said she preferred
Brown
to
Pink
She cleaned twice a day,
So never did it stink,
I was like a sleeping with a ******
Each and every time
She liked meat,
To taste it,
To fill her,
To plug her tight holes
She would tease with her
Mouth,
Teeth,
Tongue,
Indulging with her lips,
Nearly blocking her air flow
Then she would put
Between her *******,
Up down
Down and up
Her breath upon myself
I moved lower
Felt her juices on my skin
I tasted her nectar
Then we kissed, she tasted her self
Upon my lips
I licked her body
From neck to *******
Then the fun did begin
She arched in pleasure,
Biting her lip
As if this pleasure was a sin,
Then she asked for ******* to begin
Wet like a dripping tap
I plunged it deep
I ****** it in
She moaned, but I the good way
That was the pink satisfied for the moment
She urged
She told me so
So I gently penetrated in
Slowly her nectar flowed
From Above,
To
Down below
Like a ****** she took it in first time
Deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper,
She took it all in, every inch
So tight I nearly ***
But slowly as her fingers soaked
Played down below
We gathered pace,
We were nearly there,
Then i exploded deep with in
As her juices dripped upon my legs
Both in shock from our double ***
We lied on the bed
Smiling
Kissing
Holding
Each other
Gentle kisses before sleep
She liked to feel me in every hole
And as we slept she farted
Spraying my legs with my own ***
I awoke shocked and told her
Turn the other way
**When you've had it up the ***..
 Aug 2014 Paula Lee
Poetic T
She said she wanted to
"Eat the meat"
Biting as she went down
By the time
She got down to the package
It went limp
As I had bled out.
Now I'm a stiff
Never have a
"Zombie lover" it never works out
He stares all day out into space,
looking for she whom does not show.
A frightened look adorns his face,
Is something missing, he should know?

He is not sure, why or who
these strangers are who do converse.
He doesn't know quite what to do,
why is he here? Why have a nurse?

They look at him with loving eyes.
Smiling glances flow across.
What do they seek and what's more, Why?
He does not know, he's at a loss.

These souls have so much love to share,
why are they pointing it his way?
He only wants his Mother around
and she should be here any day.

He feels sorry for such woes.
So lets them smile and talk away.
Secretly he does wish they would go,
he wants to go outside and play.

They say to him “Well bye then Dad.”
It sends such shudders down his spine.
He thinks that they must all be mad.
Call me Dad, I'm only nine.

They wave their hands as off they go
and he waves back, too be polite.
Though memories will never show
and he will not live through the night.

At his grave side his family mourn,
so sorry that he went this way.
It's hard forgeting children born,
and showing them no love display.

But as they pray they should look above
and as the sun lights, sullen day.
They might see looking down with love
the personage for whom they pray.

Disease all gone, with clear mind,
the one that earlier thought them mad.
With caring heart and thoughts so kind,
the spirit of there “Dear Old Dad”.
The loss of a parent is bad but multiplied immensely when the parent has no knowledge who you are.
2012
Writing is an Art
so many people say
Selection of the words
arranged in such a way.

These words are there for all
not just for the select few
and we all have a choice
to arrange them as we do.

It's not a thing to rush
but don't take to much time,
to start just write them down
before they leave your mind.

Then we can take some time
now they are down on paper
To edit as we wish
which can also be a caper.

So many words we chose
as we move our words our way
but we find to smooth it out
that we're throwing most away.

We want our characters
to have unique temperaments.
so that when the story is read out
the audience cements.

If we can't get that bond
with our writing it may taper
but we can play around at will
as long as it's put down on paper.
30th August 2014
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