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baphomeh -> A Poem called Writers Block (3/25/2005 7:16:25 PM)
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I search inside myself past the thought of sucking your warm fluids to find a thought...
coming up empty I dive back into the warm flow of my lust for you and look for a childhood memory even or a thought straight from the CNN of my brain...
my cock swims deep in the warm blood rush of longing to slide deep and full into your hungry body.. It points the path of the rollercoaster of my thoughts into that wet tunnel of love at the end of the ride...
angry now I grab your body in my minds eye trying to thrust thru you to another layer of mental hunger perhaps to see if there is more to me than thirst to explore the mystery of you... again and again I take you there against the wall of unknown.. Deeper and harder heart pounds into wish made warm flesh... to wrap it around that surge of phallic creativity and hold it there in sweet warm grip...
flooding your all with the waves of my self... Streams of life from deep within the mountains of my walled soul gush into you... wash across you trying to submerge you in my deepest essence and move thru your shattered glass shell...
I feel the exhaustion of total surrender as I take you without end... I hold nothing back as the force of my oblivion dissolves in the sugar coated walls that lead to the center of you...
I withdraw puzzled and drive deeper still into myself past angel feathered dreams of an Icarus that flies to close to your star in the heavens and fall again across your body... the hot wax of my efforts melts against your skin warm and thick..
And I find my stray thoughts there buzzing at the tips of my fingers as they dance across your thigh... I tell my story instead to the sex deep in my mouth... tongue flicks across the tip of my thoughts to find your pleasure there
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