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Venus did her thing again. There in South sky of dawn. Winked her shimmering darters where fully aware, I was her pawn. Witnessed this all did shivering fawn. And my little deer glided. Soon to leap then away. Chased by diminishing stars and moon. O so soon this break of day. Venus left then knowing, her love astray.
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Morning With Love Goddess
She is like no other, always in her necktie. I knew her before the necktie, before many the body manipulations, but not all. I'd stare, engrossingly, at elongated lobes, the wardrobe. I, now, her technophobe, longing to digital age do her. "It's complicated," we call it. How I long to stand next to her at the bus stop, like we used to do. Waiting, staring, baiting, glaring, like we used to do, at Fillmore and Haight, while we'd wait. Didn't care if my bus came and left, sometimes I'd just wait for hers, to follow her aboard. I think she liked the way I stalked her. Me in my blah corporate attire and necktie, her in her outlandishly wonderful. Going to work   those days were keen broad bean, where we'd   convene, sometimes out on the scene, or where folks ought not be seen. And we'd just look, for long periods. If we spoke, it was  egg white polite. But that was then and this is now and now we chat all naughty fun. I call her my baby, my honey-bun, my long distance impassioned one. Virtual realities do often please, something I like about the tease. If ever again together, I'll be on my knees. She's my fiancée and we plan to tie the knot. Guess I'll be tattooing a matching necktie.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Tattoo Necktie
Can you smell the lilac I picked for you? It wafts over world wide web airwaves As onliest promise of perpetual woo Interception through an Internet of slaves Catching this drift, shall we last eternal days? Of finding attention, blissfully I your wooer Atoning for on and on, or be it peculiar phase? Flower's perfume, is it detected by viewer? O that this lilac's aroma might mercifully mend A nose bouquet which an infobahn can't send
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
An Online Lilac For My Love