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SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
The birth of our day.
All fresh and touched with
The Master's hand
in dewy majesty.

The shell of sky
wet with foamy clouds.

The earth awaits wheeling birds
to rest again - benign in the
trees of their birth.
Burbling and raucous
in their boisterous
roosts.

Cacti creep along the
last vestiges of the
velvet night.

A coyote laughs.

He makes his lone way
up the still, starlit, streets.

And all is embraced by the
embarking orb emanating for eons
from the eastern estuaries.

I write upon mornings
because they are the marks of time
upon beginnings.

The new year begins at midnight.

But the new day?
ahh... the new day begins

with the

SUN.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
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My favorite times of day...
Morning and sunset. I guess because I live
in the desert southwest. The coolest times
while there is still light.

-
Poetry by MAN Dec 2014
Tell me your secrets..Darkest sins..I want to feel you within
I will bite..I will taste..your body I won't waste
Feed you pleasure..no measure as I tickle your treasure
Go down south..feel my mouth as I throw you about
Take a ride..you can glide before I split you open wide
As we kiss..caress your hips..touching fingertips
Down deep..feel the heat with my missile I seek
To the peak..spank your cheek...every angle unique
OH THAT'S THE SPOT! DO NOT STOP!
Of course I will not..Till you pop..I will drop you will feel my shot
Naughty you..just for me have you ******* constantly
In your eyes you realize pleasure filling your thighs
Till we're done..watch the sun rise as we become one
After play..we will lay..holding each other greeting the new day...
M.A.N 12-16-14 Another **** poem for my *** blog..♏

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