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st64 Apr 2013
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Wind is out me sails.












S T, April Fool, 2013
Thank you for all the lovely reads and support :)
st64 Apr 2013
In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.
Gnarled hand moves the pieces, so regal
As he plans fortuitous moves ahead.

No wonder how Time sits and waits
Patient: twisted branches overhead.

Reaching: draping its coolness
Unmoving design, just to offer and give
Wanting nothing in return
Wanting noth-thing in return.

Almost unseen in the park
A broken butterfly of dre-eams.

I join the solitary player
So undeterred: he opens the window
Such a clear, blue sky over me
And pierces right through the heart of me.

Three more pieces fall and leave the board
Wondering: I have grown cold, in a warp.

Blunt words, how they close the door!

Are you alive?
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
He said: Are you alive?

Time rises tall, unleashes Truth wrapped
Are you alive?
Are you alive?

Dashing too quickly through the Now
His green pupils fall into my lap....

And in the cloud-light, a tempest rages
Changing: galloping queen high on the southern wind
And lifts the dying breeze beyond.

Some steps cannot be undone
Choose: the path of the solitary player
Who chases not, yet moves at the speed of night.

Are you alive? ONE of us....is not.

In this public park, sits he
Quietly: eternal at solo play.....





Star Toucher, 01 April 2013
Somewhat (erstwhile) drop-tuned sound, this one....inspired by song, "One of us is dead" by the Earlies.
Fabulous number...may sound a tad avant-garde for many, what with song title and theme....lol

And yet....... 'tis life for ya!
Are we alive...or merely existing?
st64 Mar 2013
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.
st64 Mar 2013
Floating high away
Breathing's sure a burden at times.

Heart is still beating
You can hear it pounding in your ears.

But you're not breathing
You just feel release in your head.

Refrain:
Wanna feel that way again
(You know you can't feel too much)
Wanna feel that way again
(Can't feel that crazy again!)

What do I need to do?
(Well, there is nothing to do)
What do I need to do?
(Nothing at all....)

What do I need to do?



My desire is......

Floating high away.....




Star Toucher, 30 March 2013
Written circa 2008.
Panic attacks can sure ****.
st64 Mar 2013
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
st64 Mar 2013
Making you a sandwich
Feed your hunger
Mmmm....jam's delish!

But butter's
*******
Bread.
Think of you
While....
Toasting.


Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Jus a late-nite snack...lol
Balmy sarmie....sometimes needs a touch of warmth to get things...melting.

A pang-fixer for some..... midnight mmmmoves!
:-)
st64 Mar 2013
1.
I heard the sound of your crying
from a bird.

Animals have souls, too.

Like the moat round Mont St. Michel
The size of the soul
Shrouded by
Accidents of life.


2.
Cobwebs and wax round the candles.

The woods are alive
Pariahs have eyes thrown at them.

Why **** the floor so?
Don't sit with your back to the doorway
Monkey's monocled eyes stare back,
glass orbs, while
Empty chair a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a-rockin' - a

Puppets dance
No solace in the shades
Don't follow the shadows
Which lurk and lead...

Marionettes and tin soldiers
On pedestals long forgot
A dead child's toy chest
A lion in a tallish glass cage.

Little drummer boy, rusted
Plays agitated drum
To match heart beat of......fear
Of drying sweat ....on upper lip.

Dusty frames on the wall
Interfere with flow
Handprint on window frame
Dog barks warning.

Spectre's trudge in mud
Closer...closer...from grave waters
Scream in windowpane: a figure holds
A face of anguish, trapped eternal.

Letters on the wall
Writ in heavy blood
Silhouette of an axe
Windy.....Branch tap on window frame.

Brass door handle turning
Staircase winding up to forever
Gargoyles leer
Leaves on the dry floor....wet footsteps.....


3.
Who knows who dwelt in this place?


Who's hanging from the ceiling?
Whose body....felt that pain?



4.
Then, into head flits one 'I love you'
Of gentle memory
On the lap of the mind
Of a lover
Of a friend.

Grey skies, musky odour.



5.
Then...

Wielding weapon to defend
Against....
The....








Self.



6.
Stop SCREAMINGGGGGGGG!





Star Toucher, 28 March 2013
Ok.
Now, wake up.....lol

Suppose we could not love, deer.

Be kind, gentle and compassionate....don't judge in haste.
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