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The professor said "Family therapy is like a Pie Graph Everyone in the family contributes their own piece of pie. When people leave there's a chunk of pie missing and the other members of the family have to take on some of those roles to fill the pie." Here's my theory: Everyone in the family has their own whole pie. Categorizes each housemate as a piece of it. how they view them in their family. how they relate to them, Imagine a home Mom and her four daughters. Step dad, his daughter and son. imagine three bedrooms. The adults taking up one of them. let's look at the Mother, Her four daughters all with different fathers she knows how to raise children. The daughters all know how to Be Children, be Sisters, be older or younger than each other. The step-father knows how to have A Wife, One Daughter, A Son. Well Step-brother leaves the house. Susie has a child at fifteen. what does her pie look like now? She used to have a boyfriend, four sisters, a mother, father. Now lost a brother gained a baby. She only knows how to be a child. let's look at the mother. She hasn't learned: Grandchild but she knows how to raise a baby. lets look at the step-father, lost his son, gained four daughters, what's another one? The sisters, lost their brother, a role model. Exchanged for this this new baby. another sister? everyone's pie is empty in some parts. judging by some other dead white guys theory when who you are doesn't line up with who you see yourself as, that's when people develop Mental illness Well I wouldn't call it ill, but let's count the bruises. That baby is going to grow up as her mother's sister. Suzie is going to seek the comfort of men. Her sisters are going to constantly fight between calling themselves auntie and Big Sis. like tossing themselves on either side of the barbed wire fence is cause for death. The farther we go back in each family member's backstory the more slivers of pie we find Georgia has autism, Carley diagnosed depression, Rosie an abusive relationship of 10 years. Clover is quiet. The Brother, schizophrenic, autistic, bipolar. Any number of names they can slap on him. He doesn't live there anyhow. isn't human. Muffle the sister that says she miss him. hit her, cut her, lock her up. This was a case study. I lived with this family for four years. unintentionally filled up parts of their pie. I was Son. Older brother. Boyfriend. Father. When I stopped being a fly on the wall Stopped seeing how their story was developing. I didn't have any pie left.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Family Therapy
The professor said "Family therapy is like a Pie Graph Everyone in the family contributes their own piece of pie. When people leave there's a chunk of pie missing and the other members of the family have to take on some of those roles to fill the pie." Here's my theory: Everyone in the family has their own whole pie. Categorizes each housemate as a piece of it. how they view them in their family. how they relate to them, Imagine a home Mom and her four daughters. Step dad, his daughter and son. imagine three bedrooms. The adults taking up one of them. let's look at the Mother, Her four daughters all with different fathers she knows how to raise children. The daughters all know how to Be Children, be Sisters, be older or younger than each other. The step-father knows how to have A Wife, One Daughter, A Son. Well Step-brother leaves the house. Susie has a child at fifteen. what does her pie look like now? She used to have a boyfriend, four sisters, a mother, father. Now lost a brother gained a baby. She only knows how to be a child. let's look at the mother. She hasn't learned: Grandchild but she knows how to raise a baby. lets look at the step-father, lost his son, gained four daughters, what's another one? The sisters, lost their brother, a role model. Exchanged for this this new baby. another sister? everyone's pie is empty in some parts. judging by some other dead white guys theory when who you are doesn't line up with who you see yourself as, that's when people develop Mental illness Well I wouldn't call it ill, but let's count the bruises. That baby is going to grow up as her mother's sister. Suzie is going to seek the comfort of men. Her sisters are going to constantly fight between calling themselves auntie and Big Sis. like tossing themselves on either side of the barbed wire fence is cause for death. The farther we go back in each family member's backstory the more slivers of pie we find Georgia has autism, Carley diagnosed depression, Rosie an abusive relationship of 10 years. Clover is quiet. The Brother, schizophrenic, autistic, bipolar. Any number of names they can slap on him. He doesn't live there anyhow. isn't human. Muffle the sister that says she miss him. hit her, cut her, lock her up. This was a case study. I lived with this family for four years. unintentionally filled up parts of their pie. I was Son. Older brother. Boyfriend. Father. When I stopped being a fly on the wall Stopped seeing how their story was developing. I didn't have any pie left.
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Momma gave birth to a dark skinned baby girl, She said go out there baby and conquer the world… With that in mind, little Suzie went off to school, She paid attention and learned the golden rule… At 9 years old, teacher asked Suzie what she'd like to be, Oh that's easy miss, I will work in the bank on Market Street Child please! With that tar skin and ***** hair? Ha! You just might give the customers a scare! Heart broken Suzie went home and told her mom, She had many questions about where she came from… Is something wrong with the colour of my skin? Why is it so hard for me to fit in? At 18 years old Suzie went out to see the world, Wow! You're pretty! For a little black girl… Enough is enough! I am proud of the colour of my skin, It's obvious that you want to go where I have been… Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you spend hours in a tanning booth, Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you know I speak the truth… The curl of my lips, and the curve of my hips, many of you desire, So with many surgeries, and doctor visits, my image you try to acquire...   Afraid to see and admit how beautiful my chocolate skin is, they try to brainwash me into believing that I am not His… You're too dark, or she's too light, Just look at her! Her complexion isn't right… Now my brothers and sisters are trying to look like you, Using chemicals and creams to lighten their colour that's true… What more do you want of us? About our thick curly hair you make a fuss… Making relaxers and extensions for us to use, Who can I call because this is abuse! You seem to be very insecure, That is why my chocolate skin you cannot ignore… Tired seeing us on the cover of Vogue? I bet you'd prefer if I were a rogue… Stop beating down on the colour of my skin, And try to know the person that is within… Black, white, pink or blue, My colour should not matter to you… My black is beautiful and of it I am proud, So I will stand tall with my head up and declare it loud… My black is beautiful and I love every part, And whether you agree or not, I am a work of art… My black is beautiful, I just want you to know, That I will wear it proudly wherever I go!
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
My Black is Beautiful
Momma gave birth to a dark skinned baby girl, She said go out there baby and conquer the world… With that in mind, little Suzie went off to school, She paid attention and learned the golden rule… At 9 years old, teacher asked Suzie what she'd like to be, Oh that's easy miss, I will work in the bank on Market Street Child please! With that tar skin and ***** hair? Ha! You just might give the customers a scare! Heart broken Suzie went home and told her mom, She had many questions about where she came from… Is something wrong with the colour of my skin? Why is it so hard for me to fit in? At 18 years old Suzie went out to see the world, Wow! You're pretty! For a little black girl… Enough is enough! I am proud of the colour of my skin, It's obvious that you want to go where I have been… Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you spend hours in a tanning booth, Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you know I speak the truth… The curl of my lips, and the curve of my hips, many of you desire, So with many surgeries, and doctor visits, my image you try to acquire...   Afraid to see and admit how beautiful my chocolate skin is, they try to brainwash me into believing that I am not His… You're too dark, or she's too light, Just look at her! Her complexion isn't right… Now my brothers and sisters are trying to look like you, Using chemicals and creams to lighten their colour that's true… What more do you want of us? About our thick curly hair you make a fuss… Making relaxers and extensions for us to use, Who can I call because this is abuse! You seem to be very insecure, That is why my chocolate skin you cannot ignore… Tired seeing us on the cover of Vogue? I bet you'd prefer if I were a rogue… Stop beating down on the colour of my skin, And try to know the person that is within… Black, white, pink or blue, My colour should not matter to you… My black is beautiful and of it I am proud, So I will stand tall with my head up and declare it loud… My black is beautiful and I love every part, And whether you agree or not, I am a work of art… My black is beautiful, I just want you to know, That I will wear it proudly wherever I go!
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50’s beach party complete with twitchy go-go dancers leather jackets and old Plymouths sand kicked in the faces of squares as little Suzie Goodtime roller skates across the parking lot picket fences shift from white to orange and pink as they capture the sunset on a perfect American day – free lovers swing signs written in crayon attempting to challenge the establishment create world peace through **** abuse and music in the park subjugated and relegated to building a retirement platform aged hipsters look at faded photographs imagining a time they changed the all – blown out coke head bent on disco ***** and easy living watches as Miami explodes CIA operatives feeding high grade dope to low rent projects in an effort to funnel money and guns into the Middle East – gas wars and brokers as billionaires death to glam rock and hairspray the rise of bling and swag selfies take center stage unabashed introversion as the skies are geometric grids and the crops **** pollinators – looking over a lifetime of altering perception and changing habits the habitual nature of humanity shines as a solid base from which all else stems forced to recognize my own place in the septic tank I stand as an observer and documenter cleverly bending the woes of the world into words for the lost –
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
a look back
She knows one day *** will be a memory, A nightly séance with Her dead self. Hardwick Will still be just one of Her many lovers, ******* His pants in some old folks Home, dribbling over his Shirt, forgetting her as he Turns to go numbly to sleep. She inhales her cigarette, Watches the smoke rise, Sees in the corner of her Room, a spider hanging. Hardwick is due at seven. He will bring white wine, Foreign food, the hot **** Movie they both want to See, then to bed, *** sleep. She exhales the smoke, holds The cigarette to one side, her Naked body sensing warm The sheets. Suzie he’ll say, Putting the wine and food in The fridge, placing the movie On, can we try that position on Page 35? Last time it was page 32, the position not much fun, Too much work, quite hard to do. Mother’d turn in her grave to See her thus. Naked at four in The afternoon, smoking French Cigarettes, thinking of hot *** Wanting old age to stay away. She sits up, stubs out the cigarette. Mother died of cancer, too soon, Too much, no answer. Hardwick Will bring and expect the same: The wine, the food, the *** after The movie, the sleep after in her Double bed, and all the time that Humming of her mother in her head.
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
*** AND AFTER.
So here I am, not sure what to write The words are eluding me Thought about a love song But surely I would get that one wrong Prehaps I should write about Suzie And how she has broken my heart Prehaps I should write about Society With all its ills and wrongs Prehaps I should write about my sad, sad life But then I wouldn't know where to start Prehaps I should write about my addictions But then I would just want to get high I am not sure what to do now As the words are eluding me..
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
The Words Are Eluding Me .......
no suzie, you can't sit next to Thumper. you're my dolly. You sit where I want you to. look at those fluffy ears I don't trust 'em suzie. he's a creep Thumper stop looking at her like that. Thumper, let me sing you a song so you understand. This is my dolly You can't have it This is my dolly And **** YOU this is my dolly You can't have it This is my dolly and **** YOU this is my dolly you can't have it this is my dolly and **** YOU. *Stomp stomp stomp * "What are you singing?" Nothing Daddy! "If that is what Nothing sounds like. You will sing for the rest of your life loudly, Do you understand me?" yes daddy. "I don't wanna hear nothin' ever again. where did you learn that song?" Mommy sang it last night turned the shower on she thinks I can't hear if the waters running it doesn't work though, the way her voice cracks when she sings I can tell shes crying. "Oh... princess... you misheard... last night, mommy sang: This is my body You can't have it This is my body and Well that last line... ...that wasn't singing Daddy just desereved that. You know, it's funny. you and I... ...we got the same word wrong."
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Dolly
Barefoot dreaming Dandelion graveyard Wrapped in yesterday's wishes Drowning in a Bluegrass sea Raven black shadows Sweet tea lips Cast upon a field of has been Porch of hiatus Rooted rocking chair Song of tomorrow A promise that cannot be kept Tune of a heritage soul Black eyed susan cries Aerial view from a robin's eye Golden rod sunrise Bourbon moon Deep fried soul Bonfire lullaby Love song melody Deeply rooted
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Suzie
at the outdoor bar on the beach And all the golf carts gather around. Some Elvis and a few more beers No millennials until sundown. In that little deuce coupe, the Beach Boys run around, Surfer girl's a Pasadena lady, And surf boards are all aground. Now I long for yesterday When oldies were the craze. There goes the sun and I say, Hey Jude, here's to better days. I ride back to the boonies, thinking when oldies were newsies. Wake up little Suzie, we gotta go home
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
They play oldies in the afternoon,
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQAYXfrmbeJ0ye7C_Od8WY2-bFym_OeNAXWsDnh5MAS-15BCCW0vw Oh I adore Black Eyed Suzie so much How she climbs aver my backyard fence So beautiful she is when shes on display With her audacity my fence has no defence And when she not as lovely as she can be Others make good use of her being there So many others climbing all over her Total beauty beyong all others to be fair She loves Honey Suckles for company When its as well in fullest bloom down back Just give her half a  chance all she needs She never will ever be found looking slack terrence michael sutton copyright  2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
BLACK EYED SUZIE
River run dry Mountains are gone Man has destroyed The earth he lives on •• The soul is corrupted All hearts they break We have forgotten All the Promises we made //// WAIT ! WAIT ! THIS JUST IN !!!! little SUZIE Cream cheese After a night of drunken fornication on the beach Finally heard the 3 MAGIC WORDS ---- I LOVE YOU before passing out into her FOREVER BLISS state Of complete mindless unconsciousness .... Only to wake up to the knowledge that the dude is married Has 3 kids And she is mistress # 7 on his **** list ! She is now wandering thru her high school corridors Where everyone is running up to her dumping Bags of **** on her head Pointing at her and Laughing their ***** off !! //// Now Where was I ? ( oh yeah // I remember ) •• River run dry Mountains are gone Man has destroyed .......
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
.. River ..
When you were old enough to walk, you were either given a Barbie doll or a Tea Set. Because you were a little girl, and apparently, since you are a girl who has just been given life herself, you should be in charge of a life. From the time we were able to run, you were given tutus and ballet shoes. Because a girl should be graceful and quiet, poised and elegant. "Look at this pretty doll, Suzie!" and "Why are you always getting into such messes!" are things that should never coexist in a little girl's life. What happened to being who you want to be? I want to mosh to Green Day, not learn how to play Clair de Lune on a piano. What happened to those days when you could run around and not care who saw you? Because now your life revolves around: "Does this shirt match these jeans?" and "I wonder if he'll look at me if I wear more make-up?" I long for a life where I was never raised to believe that being a little girl meant looking beautiful for someone else. I want to live a life where I can look stunning in a band tee and skinnys, and not give a **** what anyone thinks. Because what happened? You grew up and met the world. And the world ate you and spit you back out.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
What happened?
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Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
queen of china announcement
take an itch, wait scratch it, did the itch ax fo d scritch or was that you voice in the head of the ehearer radio, maybe so maybe so Frank Zappa, or Emily Dickenson or Suzie Creamcheese, only her words reamain, yet remain mainly in my head a phrase it seems, a phase shift maybe so electric trickery, I don't know can you hear me now, is there reason? is reason being reasoned with? Are we, reasoning together, and you know not is it me, it is maybe so. May is thy word, in this phase of your moon fuzzy light croissant logo, Batman or is that a cross, and a rho? Chi Rho praxis nexus Latin lying demnation time wastin' funny books, retelling stories as if it's true, as if I heard it, I told it, as I read it, believing every word. Classic Illustrated. What good does that do you? I confess, Professor, I don't know if, right or wrong, ification is done by me or mere fictional May, the power, given a go. I could say. May is my word, now. May my best wish be, the quest is, good beyond reason, doing that phase shift electional trick to May, seasonal reason for unbridled joy. Tending, pretending, trending means more to AI than I. May I make the difference? Say I may. May is your word now.
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
May, a gift
starting with periwinkle, when they say I'm colorblind I cough a bit; tarred-up heart, doncha know, bless your little heart then. I could run wild, given highs that rare to lull; now, a call to cull. I willing, force the slaved ego. I said never to capitulate; how obstinate,      I; swearing prostrate. I, crying why? "To live of metre,   for to die in metre,   of course." pretty cold-blooded, a moment for I when I needs an eye; prostrate, perfect, composing ****** structure in order for I to redeem a gaze from hand [when clock tick-tocks] through wound of perfect grace. feel all awkward, shut the door right quick; "Who the **** was that?"                Suzie Black, why you sulking around this I?; why you balking around some lie?
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
Suzie Black
Dead or alive? Can I choose both sides, or sway The fences darkened edge. Do I have to be living To end up dead Or am I already a beat up ripe Corpse? Do I have to Have my heart burst into pain To be alive again? No need to be alive when I'm already dead with my sweet Though my sweet is a treat of the utmost beauty Shes my captivator my Suzie. My honey buns and cutie. Rock and rolling I will jam for her Because it's moving. And a fine wine to end up the last part of the night As we caress eachother off To the room. Door's shut! No knocking please.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
No knocking please-silence needed'
<#>                                                               (                                      ) ( \/ /\ /    \ ^^^^^^^^^^ when the man told me I was cute I shoot him in the face with an arrow He got real mad I said Just squeeze the sides a the rubber suction cup together And it'll pop right off ! **** HEAD /// Me and my friend was walkin along when this priest Come up And my friend started sceaming RUN SUZIE RUN so I run When I asked her why we run she just pointed back And said **** HEAD •• We walked past the high school An everybody was dressed like it was A Halloween Party for Prostitutes and some boy ( or somethin ) Look at me and acted weird and all I could think of Was to just shout out **** HEAD ! /// I was told IF YE START ACTING LIKE A ****** YOU WONT KEEP ATTRACTING SO MUCH ATTENTION just another **** HEAD talkin """ Everybody lookin so twisted and deranged I'm just an 8 yer old kid ! walkin around in a world a **** HEADS !
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
confessions of an 8 yr old femme fatale
Edward scanned the magazine and all its adds, till he found the one that caught his eye. "Funderwear what ever you want." Voluptuous and care free, will dress as anything for a further fee. This was it! His repression over? He made the call, and sent the money over. All excited showered and shaved he drove over to madam May's. Up the path and through the door he made his way to the second floor. A knock on the door and it opened wide, a voice called "Edward, Come inside!" He entered slowly in trepidation and made his way to the master bedroom. There she was dressed in a basque, just like he'd asked like a burlesque dancer. Then the scream. IT WAS HIS SISTER! His sister said she was an accountant, she worked in the city and sent money home. Now he knew, not the numbers kind, his image shattered and his heart now smashed. She said she would refund the cash but begged him "Please don't tell the folks about this." They had tea in china cups and were joined by Daisy who owned the rooms. Daisy was all he ever desired and they chatted into the night. May left at 9 for her next appointment and Daisy took Edward too her apartment. Morning came only once, unlike Edward the night before, as he and Daisy rode and rode. He dressed and smiled and she kissed his lips. Why had he never loved like this? Daisy asked. Could they meet again? But somewhere else, and not in bed. They met again, and then some more, they fell in love and so much more. Daisy's name was really Jane and after a year they both wed. Family dinners are never dull and Edward's life is quite fulfilled. May calls often to see the kids and plays the part of Auntie Suzie. Grandma tells them be good at school and be successful like your aunt Susan!
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
Fundawear
Edward scanned the magazine and all its adds, till he found the one that caught his eye. "Funderwear what ever you want." Voluptuous and care free, will dress as anything for a further fee. This was it! His repression over? He made the call, and sent the money over. All excited showered and shaved he drove over to madam May's. Up the path and through the door he made his way to the second floor. A knock on the door and it opened wide, a voice called "Edward, Come inside!" He entered slowly in trepidation and made his way to the master bedroom. There she was dressed in a basque, just like he'd asked like a burlesque dancer. Then the scream. IT WAS HIS SISTER! His sister said she was an accountant, she worked in the city and sent money home. Now he knew, not the numbers kind, his image shattered and his heart now smashed. She said she would refund the cash but begged him "Please don't tell the folks about this." They had tea in china cups and were joined by Daisy who owned the rooms. Daisy was all he ever desired and they chatted into the night. May left at 9 for her next appointment and Daisy took Edward too her apartment. Morning came only once, unlike Edward the night before, as he and Daisy rode and rode. He dressed and smiled and she kissed his lips. Why had he never loved like this? Daisy asked. Could they meet again? But somewhere else, and not in bed. They met again, and then some more, they fell in love and so much more. Daisy's name was really Jane and after a year they both wed. Family dinners are never dull and Edward's life is quite fulfilled. May calls often to see the kids and plays the part of Auntie Suzie. Grandma tells them be good at school and be successful like your aunt Susan!
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I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat Strapped to a bed Hole in your chest I still can't get in The distance between us is like time Infinite and infinitesimal Inches to kilometers Miles to centimeters I can feel your warmth from Pluto Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet Lost in space Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide When i find you and feel your gravity I worry that atrophy will fill my knees Collapsing from the weariness of my quest El Dorado's Golden Road Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth Suzie's Fourth Floor Room
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
I Climb Buildings Really Well
twas seven twenty on a thursday night ma was in the ground pa was inside and i was sitting crosslegged sipping dark chardonnay with a dead fly in it feeling high on fumes of citronella candles while the horizon turned to rust and huckleberry stains and so did my feet and the dirt smelled the same come to think of it but i didn't see nothing i'd already seen it all that's how i broke out of the hoosegow that's why i'm freer than the flies that can't bother me (i never saw a ****** thing)
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
brown-eyed suzie
Whisper she said as her lids grew heavy, as the day ended and her bed beconed. "Don't let them know" was what she said,  in Orwellian terms still a rebel redhead! Whisper oh whisper! So no other hears and steals you words and enslaves your dreams. A rallying cry at 00.01 as her eylids closed and she snuggled down. A rebel at heart and a heart all her own, memories of her when I was young. The Mary Quant of our local pub an Icon of my wasted youth. A lifetime ago, well maybe half and then one day there she was! Sat listening to a guy on gutiar, no mistaking it was her. At the end of the night they left together, double denim man and Suzie the stranger. I thought that would be the last I would see of a face I had always wanted to kiss. Now fate and fortune never steered my path until one night I was in the Cavern. Then like a muse that teased your very soul, there she was with double denim man oh fuckity **** Shunted and shifted from club to club then there for a moment she was all alone. We spoke and laughed and had both had enough and somehow her lips seemed to scream "Kiss me now!" Only a fool would have refused that chance so I kissed her and imagined we were 20 again. Lips parted, not awkward, but should I have kissed? It was double denims woman and I had stolen a kiss! So Whisper now as I whispered then. When I stole a kiss or was it given away. Only you would know which, but I wish I had kissed you again and again.
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Whisper she said
Amidst rain, storm roars I see no castrated boars Boat's offshore no oars Suzie's lips gape wide She mounts upon  me astride But I'm no horse ride Her skin's like fresh meat I can smell her desert heat Kissing two hearts beat Sadistic nails jooked Parachute bra flies unhooked Sweet pain overlooked Obey and poised steely Or miss chance to taste freely Tongue's out slink deely Coitus should be fun Wheely as a circus bun Sways no childish pun Letting her take lead As I sprout thoughts from charred **** With one closed eyelid She grabs the viper Moods daren't swing like jeep's wiper "Roger that, ******
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Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC
Suzie's nakedness