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Thought About Now And Again A Poem
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Thought About Now And Again A Poem He was on my mind. His birthday was a day away. I was going to message him Wish him a Happy Birthday But he beat me instead. He messaged me. It was like he was psychic. Heck it was several months Since we last chatted Via text. His team won the Superbowl Beating my New England Patriots. I could not begrudge him that For it was the only other place I had lived in That being Philadelphia. It was a typical chat for us Although he was the initiator. He used his suggestive phrases And his utterances Of mmmmmmm That I could just imagine Him making With his deep effing voice. I think he wanted me To set up a rendezvous That was not going to happen Anytime soon. I could so use his Special brand Of attention. Like you don't know! But alas it was not Something I could At the present Say yes to. But his text did make My morning That would otherwise Be very boring! Just the thought Of what we could be doing! He of the thousand kisses He of the gutteral utterances He of the most affectionate caresses In sex's aftermath. He was the man Who inhabited my dreams Now and again But he was attached To another woman And I was just a side dish. Which makes me As you can guess Very sad. I wonder if I was the only Other woman He was trying to reach For that extra special something That he wanted Now and again. I know he had it in him To juggle multiple women Even though he was Past a half century. Could I really say It was a shame? He was a consummate giver And women surely came Out the recipient Of great lovemaking And a wonderful experience. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Some of it sounds like me, but I don't think it is. Embrace the suck
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I think you stated it very well for all the ladies who are the ones on the side. You always use your words so eloquently thank you.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Men who pace the decks of their anchored ships and blame her, the very craft they themselves so proudly picked.They knew full well that very day they commissioned her for a life at sea.Their minds were portside and would always be. For this beautifully crafted and seaworthy ship whose proud capabilities would soon overwhelm the very person whose eyes were focussed portside and never at the helm. This beautiful craft whose lovely presence loved her reflection on the open seas. Now sits a drift as her captain paces and waits for a tender with nary a thought of what seas she may face all because she won't untie his unseaworthy knot. Using more than all the road!
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Beautiful. This makes me have a bittersweet feeling... tho I'm not sure who or what that's for.
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there is the other woman, or you are the other woman, and maybe there are hundreds, and maybe not, and yet he did recall to send you a text, and it may have been self-serving, however I doubt it was undeserving....for all the words of praise you shower upon him, those and more you could wear proudly yourself Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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A spirited description my lady of all the traits, and the underwires Cheers - P
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Sounds like you would like to experience his charms again. Perhaps when you are ready you could be the one to give him a surprise message. Lucky guy!!!
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