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Cellar Scribblings
Sharon:
--- Quote from: CellarDweller on October 02, 2007, 06:49:32 am ---
In the Shadows
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The Crush
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Hey CellarDweller, :D
I like your poems, they are really good!
they are written in the language of love!
No problem for me to understand them!
I look forward to read more of your poems
- your "Sick Knee" - poem :laugh:
lil darlin:
Hey Chuck,
Your poems are fantastic...I think they speak to the heart and soul of everyone here. I know they speak to me. I even like Richard's poetic response to the plight of your knee. I'm so glad your knee is better, cuz you sure couldn't trip the light fantastic at the Sundance club in SF a few weeks ago. I love your blog. Its as lively and sincere as you are. I look forward to reading many entries.
lil darlin, Glory
CellarDweller:
Morning BetterMostians!
Hope that everyone who is reading my blog today is doing well!
Today I'm feeling upbeat, woke up after a good night's sleep (no crazy bug dreams!), got on the scale to see I've returend to 198lbs (does happy dance-I had gained after last weekend) and actually now fit into some older clothes that I couldn't even squeeze into before! ;D
listening in the background to this song while I'm surfing!
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNkeL7F6p90[/youtube]
In keeping with today's upbeat theme, I've decided not to post my "sick knee" poem, which I wrote last night. I leave you with this one instead.
Night visitor
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Your face above mine
as we lay in the bed
Your eyes convey messages
that for now are unsaid
you move closer and I feel
your weight on my chest
whiskers tickling my neck
this feeling's the best
your hands on my shoulders
and then they're on the move
you're a man on a mission
with something to prove
I can smell your musk
your scent makes me high
Your lips on my lips
your hands on my thigh
and then they move over
and I feel your grip
Your motions are sure
and I bite my lip
I feel like I'm going
into overload
and then, next to us
a sound does explode
I sit up in bed
to see you are not here
and the sound of the dj
is filling my ear.
That PHUCKIN' alarm clock!
Aww man, the sheets are sticky now!
;) ;D
Shakesthecoffecan:
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D
"Sometimes he woke with that old sense of release"
That was wonderful Chuck.
loneleeb3:
Does anyone need a cigarette? :laugh:
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