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| Sexy SurpriseA sweet endearing kiss to seal the passionate ... heart beats... coming down. Two naked beautiful bodies, heat dissipates rapidly. Air cools the skin where the sweat resides...
Someone turns the lamp on.
"AHHH, WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!"
The condom is filled with red.
It could be blood.
What is it?
Gonorrhea?
Who knows.
But seriously, who the fuck would manufacture condoms that look like they are fucking filled with blood. Good god. That is the last fucking thing I want to see after I cum and pull my dick out of someone.
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| Beauty !!!!
My father once... Yeah, this is a story that starts with my father once told me... He thought DaVinci, as in the artist, was awesome. He said that he could see beauty in the works. Like some divine shit. He claimed that they were so popular because the beauty of them was undeniable, naturally interpreted amongst us. I think that is the most inspiring thing I have ever heard. Why not reflect beauty in every piece of art? Emotions such as sorrow can be presented in a way that it is beautiful. What did you feel the last time a beautiful person walked by you? What was the last beautiful thing you saw in the world? What was the last beautiful song, or beautiful voice that you heard? When was the last moment that you yourself felt beautiful- if you have ever. If you have not, do you wish to be?
Can one live as a work of art?
Better yet-
Do we have an option but to?
Every gesture is a brush stroke- every walk in the park a dance.
What is an artist like in the heated moment of romance?
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| Summon the StormI hear my name being called
from over the horizon.
There is a crowd, and it echoes,
my fame.
She told me I am a muse, and I heard the voice in her words rang true.
So I, shall look both ways, high and low. around in a circle and them to
I will pretend. That I am only human- as I perform, as all know that God
not the amused
Summon the Storm
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| Artist 2An artist walked beside me,
and beside me he explained.
Every minute,
every second,
every moment,
Taking actions,
not one is done
in vain.
While you are walking-
Observe your shadow
When you sit down to eat-
Enjoy your meal.
I listened intentionally as,
The artist infamous explained to me,
What was the fucking deal.
This artist created silence,
so quiet was his fame
You will never forget to thank
in darkness
an artist with no name.
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| Sitting -(artist's caress)We are sitting too side by side,
one side
close to the
other side .
Our elbows meet at our sides,
part, meet, part, meet, warm, sharp, pain
at my side.
What- a, curious- arousal inside;
Deeply buried desire to be inside,
How long has this feeling been inside?
I didn't mean to show you inside.
The elbows dissolve into the outline of forearms weaving as they paint two sides
of the same picture.
Delicate caress,
We both take deep breaths. Until the skin on both sides.. Trickles Tickles Into a
single
grasp
of
hair.
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