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I am disappointed you didnt show, I was looking forward to your piece
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Carl Jung
That One Place
When I was a sophomore, every body dropped drawers for hot whores.
But I thought more than others could with their distraught cores and gaping hugs. “Fucking is something different than making love!”
Yeah, no huffing and puffing for me, I did other things to please,
what ever the lover singed or teased,
and funnily my cunning mother thinks
I do “nothing but cuddling, then cease”.
Then, I met Kim Hennigan my senior year,
A descendent from heaven
sent with a demeanor unclear.
I’d seen her getting some beer at 7-11 with Stephan Deveer,
(He was an ungenuine gentleman and she was in Cheer)
He saw her as a sexual specimen, but I saw her more dear;
her elegance was excellent and evident, but what had spawned from my leer
was her resplendent intelligence that had gone thru my ear.
The next week in history class, we had to tutor a peer.
I picked Kim with precedence
I just wanted to help; but to her, a suitor appeared.
The lessons started shaky, largely
cause this daisy’s remarks were shady. [16]
She’d been regarded lately as a scarlet lady.
“Hey, turn out the lights, I study better in the dark”
“Your crazy”
She was my fantasy, and I knew she’d dismantle me
as gradually her grandeur reaped my handle squeeze.
“Hey, if you want to, I think I might have people over tonight,
you should come thru! You can drink, and mingle sober if you like!”
Sure enough, she came to the party and we drank hardily.
Shots of Bacardi off of a body, “Hot toddies”,
What ever it was that levered are buzz,
till it was hard to see.
I was kickin’ with other peeps
in the kitchen when suddenly
my lovely study buddy comes up to me lustfully
and presumptuously whispers me,
“Trust in me, I’ll be upstairs, come up and see.”
Kimberley’s mystery hinted trickery,
but lust is bleak.
As she hithered me,
my dignity blissfully kissed my weak
inside, as it swiftly seeped to retreat and hide
from chivalry, seeked by pride. [16]
See, her signs dismayed my frail mind the way
she arrayed “P-I-N-K” on her behind that day
to display the design to play.
That baffled me.
I find my way as we talk through her cavities of cranial casualty,
Then time delays, as she casually saddles me.
And shows me what “I have to see”
She gestured it, I told her I was celibate
in the most correct rhetoric she’ll ever get.
Then this clever chick’s tether ripped,
Which is when the weather hit…
(Clouds mustered under a cluster of my shrouded lust for her.)
I’ve never tipped
even though my stance was wide in a scandalous tide.
But she fantasized with vividness my innocence vandalized
before my wedding band and bride.
Letting plans deprive, The timid less man inside,
excreted might and ceased to vice..
As the damsel in shambles handled my handsel
With greed and blight in the heat of night….
Grabbing my underwear, thrashing with thirst,
unaware of the passion that lurked for grasping my “first”
while I had belated relent.
Faded and tense this avis invaded intent [16]
as her fate slaved revenge came with sedated clement
which created intense and jaded repent.
I lasted two seconds, but it didn’t matter to her.
As long as she got her due sentence and captured it first
With her rapturous curse, that grew into the penitence
That adjured this verse.
The afterglow resembled a battle blow.
I tremble as I reassemble the facts I had to know
about the night I traveled low
as fast as the wing flap of a crow
to capture a “ho’s” tattered rose.
“Was it lust or love?!” …the latter I chose…
It wasn’t even romantic
I took a deep breath, and tried not to be frantic
from the fact I had sex unlike I had planned it.
“DAMNIT!!”
“Just wait until a relationship, and don’t let it be taken quick”
It started as a simple vision,
but was bluffed when conniption was driven rough
and the mission rushed when lips did erupt
into kiss given lust under our linen hut. [13]
One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.
Michael J. Fox
Dignity: bearing, conduct, or speech indicative of self-respect or appreciation of the formality or gravity of an occasion or situation.
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As I walk life's path I realise there are no lefts or rights, no rights nor wrongs. Only straights.
However the straights are my rights and wrongs. My lefts and rights.
Last edited by Shrug; 09-24-2006 at 06:37 AM.
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