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The Stars are.....
The Stars are..... (as I wrote the tune to an Okie from Muskogee repeating in my head...) The Stars are..... The stars are blinking out due to the city lights and it seems I seen and felt too many long city nights I know to well the wayward wind can be cold and cruel I know the promises never arrived they spoke of in school seems half our life has been spent getting to nowhere and the rest of life untangling from those who don't care a sense of thanks is constantly missing from this world the edges of my passport through lack of use have curled and the mortgage upon my back a heavy strain when there is meant to be sunshine only found more rain and the stars are blinking out due to the city lights and I want better and I think to demand is within my rights for I have had my share of heart sorrow and done the hard miles about time as reward for my effort life gave up some smiles so I am waiting alongside this king size double bed and on the bed I have laid the second best set of sheets because I am not sure the stains will ever come out after we have danced the horizontal jig and shout drown in the ecstasy the world tried to hide away in our coupling indecent we will find the way to erase the scars and flatten all the bumps we took and neither of us now have our prom night look but those miles on the clock we make up with skill of knowing how to kiss caress and what will kill so the stars are blinking out behind the city lights and I don't care because you are down to your tights lingerie from a store never short of<b> silk </font></b>and lace pink and black and roses over your beloved place and know we need to lose all the clothes we wear this is for our loving not some young foolish dare as I uncork the bottle of vanilla body oils need to use this whole gallon drum before it spoils liberally I apply with my hands sensual caressing soon you are shining and the sheets are messing I never thought the body oil would heat up so but now air thick with vanilla scent does flow our kisses are beginning in this perfumed fog and these old engines in our loving we will flog until we get them over the peak of our own making and release and fly as in orgasmic delight quaking so the stars are blinking out behind the city lights I know you and I will share more vanilla oil starry nights each kiss a promise as each loving touch closer binds as our loving precious made fresh behind these bedroom blinds. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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