Blogs that suck time

my pooTUBE
my pUtube
my poopics

SWOBO
avoid the bummerlife

need to reach me? pedalhome at hotmail

Thursday, November 24, 2005

merci

sweet memory,
if you are all i have,
then bring her to me now.

please, sweet memory,
gift me this one craving.
for,
your magic will be rewarded,
though appetite insatiable,
with love, with pleasure, with passion.
Soon.


yes, i see her hand,
gentle curve
expressive.

yes, i see the turn of her neck,
oh, to place a kiss.

continue, sweet memory,
weave your intricate illusion
and bring her close.

yes, i can feel her hair,
soft flames dancing over my hands.

yes, breathing her in,
intoxication.

yes.
pull her to me,
now.
-

15 comments:

X Bunny said...

if i was this girl
i'd be totally melting

i'm not this girl
but it still gives me a little flutter in my heart

Anonymous said...

Words from a man who hasn't got laid in a while. Sorry women, the feeling will go away after a few months and the dark underbelly revealed.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

ouch.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

yes, but isn't it a horribly beautiful death?

Anonymous said...

How do you know that it is not her, that has the dark underbelly?

Maybe she is just a curious kitty, sniffing and pawing at the cute little mouse, encouraging it to play, even though the end is inevitable. And when she is bored, and the mouse is lifeless, she will give it one last sniff, lift her tail and contentedly pitter patter away.

Women are not always the victim you may want to paint.

Meow

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

that is the hope.

well, that's one of them.
-

Anonymous said...

Maybe she is a flickering firefly that is drawn playfully to his light. She comes close to his burning forge and twinkles radiantly.

She travels so slowly on a breeze, that he should be able to just reach out and catch her.

But her flitter flatter flight is deceiving and try as he might, he cannot quite capture her.

Eventually her errant flight will take her off into the horizon, the twinkle receding so slowly that he will be left to wonder if there ever was a playful firefly there at all.

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

shyte ... that sounds good, too.

Anonymous said...

I got more where those came from

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

dunno ... how long you take to erupt with one of those?

should be a good long cycle of percolation, i reckon.

Anonymous said...

Maybe she just has a soft spot for cute rambunctious mutts. She loses all sensibility when confronted by bad doggies with loveable smiles and old souls.

First she leaves a little kibble out for him. Her friends advise her against such impetuous behavior, they warn her it could mean trouble. He's a mutt after all.

But the mutt is so cute and look how he wags his tail when she comes around. Against the advice of her friends, she invites the adorable forlorn creature in.

She gives him a warm comfortable space to play in. And they play silly puppy games. But in mid play, and without warning, the ornery cur bites her. Its his nature after all.

She curses him, curses herself, and tosses him out.

And watches longingly as he scampers, hurt and confused, back down the alley.

Anonymous said...

lingering over the percolation is the best part

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

you forget,
it is meow.

~

percolation = patience

patience = polite

polite = sexy

sexy =

Anonymous said...

Yadda Yadda Yadda
Maybe she just wants to get laid?

Anonymous said...

Do you have a problem with that?