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Registered: March 2012
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I want to feel this feeling, wouldn't you?
Love and Affection
I look at you and grow hard for affection,
I reach down as I get and erection,
My pulse surges, I can feel the urges,
I MUST hold you, i must feel you,
I must hold you close, slip into my bed tonight we will roast.
My love is burning, hot and hotter,
My fire burns high and bright,
I want to hold you harder tonight,
Touch me, feel me, I want you here.
Run your hands deep down there,
Kiss me, harder; now use your tongue,
Tease me, touch me, and don't make it stop,
Keep on pushing, I'm reaching the top.
Now i'm ready, give in to me,
Penetrate me, hard, and deeply,
I feel your body, hard and surging,
You're pulsing and urging.
Everything is perfect, nobody around,
Don't be afraid; let's make some sound.
I moan, the feeling, its more then I can take,
You groan, as I make it feel great.
Touch me inside, and touch me deeper,
Kiss me again; oh I'm on fire,
Pump me hard, do, as I desire,
Wrap your hand, around my empire.
Now that's it, I feel you pulsing,
I will get ready, oh gawd you're melting,
Feels to great to express in words,
Prod me, poke me, and force your mandhood in me.
I'm ready, your ready, i can no longer control,
Oh my, oh dear, good GOD,
Its hot, I'm in heaven; I have never felt so good.
Hold me close and kiss me, show me your love and affection.
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smith
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Registered: January 1970
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(smith fell on the floor THUD!! and is now attempting to crawl weakly back up into his chair to read that again!!!)
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What a very nice way to wake up and start my Wednesday morning. Much better than just CNN in the background while I brush my teeth and shave, for sure!!! Hehehe
So who wrote this fireball of a poem, M? Was it you?
"Always forgive your enemies...nothing annoys them quite so much." Oscar Wilde
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I wish...
..but then again, I suppose we all do. Thanks M.
Setras
PS. Sure, it's hot. But it's not just lust, it's love also. IMHO.
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
-Master Li in Neil Gaiman's Sandman
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I wish i that talent. Many times i have a hard time expressing my feelings in wrtting.
I love poems so much and this just one of the few i have read and i just thought i would share it with you guys.
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I just read this and it makes want to go out and live my life like it was the last day...
Losing to old age
Every day I see an old lady as i walk to school,
She is frail and slowly moving across the busy road
Edging her foot onto the road leaping into danger,showing no fear externally
But in her eyes I see that she is scared.
For knowing that one day you can't make it, one day that feat we take for
grated will be gone, one day it will hurt more so then it already does.
She respects the world, and looks upon it like it was something special,
Were we school kids see life as a joke, and school school as something we "gatto do"
She has lived her life, had her laughs, cried her tears and seen 3 world wars,
It takes me wonder what i have done with my life? And what will i have in store for me?
Each day she is looking older, the hot summer day is cold to her, and
she appears to not be copping with the sheer weight of her own arms.
Edging forward from her morning shopping, small hand woven bad in one
arm.. And a freely moving arm guiding the other, each day is a battle,
but each day is harder.
What do you possibly say to yourself to keep going? Knowing that you
haven't got long, and its natural.. What do you do when the usual tasks
aren't possible?
When you can no longer read the print in the newspaper, or hear the
words people around you speak, or walk to enjoy the sunlight and fresh
air?
She stands strong, and does what she can, because she must.. Because it
isn't her time yet.
Live each day like it was your last, when you wake up and your old..
It might be.
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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smith
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Registered: January 1970
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M ~ Thanks for posting the poems 
I have like read that first poem 17 million times ::blush::
I found this on a teen MB:
My father asked if I was gay.
I asked, "Does it matter?"
He said, "No, not really."
I said, "Yes."
He said, "Get out of my house!"
I guess it mattered.
My boss asked if I was gay.
I asked, "Does it matter?"
She said, "No, not really."
I said, "Yes."
She said, "You're fired."
I guess it mattered.
My friend asked me if I was gay.
I asked, "Does it matter?"
He said, "No, not really."
I said, "Yes."
He told me not call him my friend anymore.
I guess it mattered.
My lover asked, "Do you love me?"
I asked, "Does it matter?"
He said, "Yes."
I told him I loved him.
He held me in his arms.
For the first time in my life, something mattered.
I asked God, "Why am I gay?"
He said, "Does it matter?"
I said, "Yes."
He asked, "Do you love yourself?"
I answered, "How can I love myself if I'm different?"
God answered, "Love yourself. It's how I made you."
........I matter.
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