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With
each breath
I am
closer
to death.


written by me... ..
Don't
hide,

don't
run
away

because;

God's
not
done
with
you.

Keep
it
together

because;

He
will
get
you
through.

Cancer
can
knock
down
my
door

but;
with
Him
my
home
is
fresh
and
new.

His
light
is
my
favorite
hue,

and
His
promise
my
glue.


written by me... ..
As He looked away
  
   Jesus felt alone,
          
        pain,

            afraid.

     Let Jesus know his sacrifice was not in vain,

         He gave all,

His burden taller than any wall,

            Let go of the hate and the disdain.

        Come party in glory,

             Come be a part of His heavenly story....



written by me... ..
Back in
the day,
the 70's
and 80's
on the
west side
of Buffalo
at Nativity
Playground,
we young men
and women
were all
friends.

We all
tightly
hung out
together!
Some,
were much
more than
'friends'.

One SOBER
summer
night,
I was introduced
to Carrie
by the girlfriend
of my good
friend Wayne.

I wasn't
interesed....

at first.

I was sober!

Anyway;

She wasn't
ugly understand
but rather,
she just wasn't
my type...
well,
on that night
anyway.

The following night,
Carrie ended up
where I happened to be,
and on this night
I was partying
and getting
drunk.

I remember,
after each drink
went down...
Carrie was
quickly becoming
'my type'.

Folks were
skinny dipping
in the canal
and I began
taking a good
hard look at Carrie by the bonfire.

Before I
knew it,
my pants were unzipped
and in front
of everyone,
my *****
was in
her mouth.

It's then
I stopped her
to save her
a little face
and instructed her
to go up the hill...
and I would follow.

We ended up
on a
concrete pad,
no bigger
than 5 foot
× 6 foot
in the back of
the west side
rowing club
in the spotlight
with Carrie
riding me like
I was a horse
in the
Kentucky derby.

She was good!
Make no mistake,
Carrie was good!

The next
morning
I awoke and...
my underwear
was sticking
to my *** and
I was confused
as to why?

Carrie,
apparently rode
a winner.

I never had
brush burns
on my knees
as bad as the
brush burns
that Carrie
left on my ***
from that
concrete pad.

I dated Carrie
for the
remainder of
the summer
of 83'.

No reason to
wonder why,
right?

That summer
we went on
to christening
brand new
Chrysler Lebaron
Convertibles
of our friend's
parents,
Carrie climaxing
on church steps
with all of
our clothes on
in front of visitors
from Kentucky
and
so much more.

I swear that
song by Europe; 'Carrie'
was sung
about her.


written by me... ..
And Carrie wasn't even my best xxxk.
My best xxxk was graduation night and the following morning and afternoon and her name was Denise.
Denise was a straight up freak like me!
A freak when enough was never enough.
A lot of you folks write about your fantasies where as
I can write about what I have lived and TURNED DOWN too many times to count.
She was
like a
carnival.
She enjoyed
freaks
like me.
She was
fun to
ride.
She loved the
games.
She tasted
like
sweet
cotton candy.
And at the
end of
the night,
she would
melt into me
like
Dip n' dots
ice cream.
And then,
I would
lick her
clean.
I wish
this carnival
would never
leave town.



written by me... ..
There was/is a carnival/festival that arrives every mid summer year in my area in Eden.
One year when I was a bit younger, I was walking through this carnival with 2 of my male friends.
We passed a group of 4 young women.
Each woman was surprisingly fixated on me.
There was a fine one, an okay one, one that I probably would never date and then there was her, "the Carnival".
She was a bit overweight but her face was model material, beautiful!
She would not stop letting me know how hot that she thought I was so....
I dated "the Carnival" (Angela) and all I can say is that I made the right choice.
Wheeeew!
Her eyes
can not
look upon
what she
hungers,
what she
craves.

Once,
just once
she
pressed
her lips
against mine
with a
notion to
misbehave.

Finally,
at long last
she raised
her eyes
as she
tried to
be brave.

With our lips
locked... ..
her eyes
whispered;

"Shhh...
your love
I will take
to my grave,
but for
now,
please oh please... ..
just grab
hold of
my hips".


written by me... ..
Time;

it always
leaves me
counting.

Even
Edgar Allen Poe.

And I
count the days
until I will
haunt
some of
you.
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