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TROLLO
patent bodysuit
wagers slung in lycra
gusset flags
taut between tall
storms
the valley flossing
full of perfumes
and heat
blossoms of want
like a dream fingered
full of PDF braille
stubble gooseflesh
rush read aloud
while naked winds
snake like a serpents
hiss around
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Comments
Esker
Thu, 2013-01-17 10:09
for "bunnymug"
how she loves this weather..
Nordic cloud
Thu, 2013-01-17 12:42
Wild wastes of wild places,
Wild wastes of wild places,
whistling winds,
snow diagonal stripes,
trouser in layers,
'abominable snowmen'
trudge trudge,
stomp stomp, sear.
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Thu, 2013-01-17 14:37
abominational and hot chocolate
today is such a day!! a fur hat would be the de riguer!
Thank You Ann
Frenchf
Thu, 2013-01-17 13:07
Surfboard
Strangely reading this makes me think of you standing on a surfboard. Who is bunny mugs?
Esker
Thu, 2013-01-17 14:40
Mimi on the frozen beach.....
surfing would be the ultimate!! people here talk about mates
and out west Or up on Tofino
one of the sports I would want to try...just sounds like too many
fears..Water...depths...power..loss of control..madness...
etc..... actually DC comix the silver surfer was and is my fave
comix character.....all that odd musings of his...
Bunny Mugs was an old lover visiting Neo and I fell in love for her
again...as I still do over and over....the mind...the look
a kind of sadness
the old Nestle Quick mug...
BettyBuff
Sat, 2013-01-19 04:23
Am I Reading the Same Poem as Everyone?
Hi Esker,
I found this to be a very erotic poem! Images of 'serpents'...'blossoms of want'...'valley flossing full of perfumes'... etc., whether you intended it to be erotic is another matter! Phew!
Ells x
Frenchf
Sat, 2013-01-19 04:41
Yes you are right
But interesting what the imagery conjures if you don't have a title which you understand. If I knew bunny mugs was a love goddess then I'd agree
Esker
Sat, 2013-01-19 06:58
Same poem....what what..
yes its meant to be erotic
if it was supposed to have a title
one could call it
Day in the life of a Thong
but that would be to easy
so its more the viewpoint of a thong
worn so the rounded contours show through
the new spandex lycra whatever that is that
makes them look like they just left the gym
in their active wear....Its all the thing now
in the shops here and clerks even at the
check out stores...And Im not complaining
no lines
like no titles
more contoured
Bunnymugs understands about this
contour couture
hmm
that would be an excellent title!!!!
loved
Sat, 2013-01-19 08:24
which would one prefer
Day
in the life of a Thong
or a thorn....
loved
Frenchf
Sat, 2013-01-19 18:03
Contour couture
Yes...... But a thong song ......yes
Esker
Sat, 2013-01-19 09:15
a different kind of horn for sure..
thorny ...
loved
Sat, 2013-01-19 23:05
its like
thorny horny corny
nice to read you
loved
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2013-01-20 03:53
Surfing on a frozen lake, I
Surfing on a frozen lake, I didn't exactly surf,
the sail was a blanket, of wool, but we
fair raced across the lake the wind was so strong,
even with a woollen sail!! We wore our skis,
two people holding the rug between them.
I was 15 yrs old then.
Love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Frenchf
Sun, 2013-01-20 06:06
Needs to be turned into a poem
Surfing along a frozen lake ( my feeble attempt)
)
the sail was a blanket,
the wind was ,strong,
a woollen sail, skis
two people holding the rug
between them.
I was 15 yrs old
I couldn't surf
The wind in my hair
Made me a blonde ice goddes
Esker
Sun, 2013-01-20 16:07
Yes..I agree
around the same age we were on ice skates
I fell more often then not but no matter
no snow...One could shine the light down
at night the torch to see all the creepy green bottom
and we had a sail from a summer craft we used
we could really get going before we wiped out..
There is nothing like feeling like this at this age..
young memories and now old I take to the trails
feeling the snow and wind and excitement of the dogs
Thank You!