Name' sake

I sat straight up from a sound sleep - panting, sweating. My sleep to wake state was like a slow motion bomb scene - and half way through it goes to real time.

She was on top - we were lost in each other - a surreal rythm of sex and passion - heat - unstoppable heat.

As I was about to orgasm, it became incredibly intense - even more intense than normal for me - I held her body tight, very tight, gripping hard - she could barely breathe - im pretty sure I had already stopped breathing. It was violent, savage - like a death lock from a boa - as I exploded into her, I rolled, we rolled as one - I was on top - it was a swift, smooth motion of abandon - our lock onto each other only became tighter.

For only a fraction of a second, (which was enough to blast me awake from a sound sleep) - I felt both - myself taking her, and as her receiving me.

It was truly astounding.

Ive never experienced anything like this before in my life.

I think what happened was a melding of my own masculine and feminine,  transcending merely sex. Like a higher dimension, or out of body - I honestly don't know. 

Just wanted to share this (and have a record of it)

It is the dream that consumes,

Costumes 

As another place, 

A different face.

As you ly

A breathless sigh,

One more time,

I'll take your hand,

Be your man ~

Its only fear,

That holds you here.

It is the secrets told,

Where time unfolds.

Sleep now beauty

Weep

It is your promise I will keep.

*Arrange or re-arrange the lyrics (and meaning) to suit your needs. ?

This was then and that was now.

I stole your cat and you ate my cow.

A mere fender bender for this ole "slim"

Been workin out - goin to the gym.

Im much stronger now, or so it seems.

The buldge is even bigger in my jeans.

Totum poles and swimmin holes,

Aint what they're cracked up to be -

But hey,  its all good - im still me.

PS.  I want my cow back!

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*this is not to, at, because of, for, about anyone - just a music and poem blog. ?

I don't like that the reflection on my wall is up side down.

I don't like someone else's cigarette butts in my ashtray  (?)

I don't like holes in my socks.

I don't like being alone too long.

I don't like injustice.

I don't like racism.

I don't like a disorganized home.

I don't like missing people. 

I don't like wind.

I don't like this song.

I don't like cheaters.

I don't like waiting at the DMV.

I don't like being cold.

I don't like spiders.

I don't like not being able to spank my woman.

I don't like sea food.

I don't like that there are homeless people. 

I don't like lies.

I don't like flat tires.

I don't like breaking a string.

I don't like cooked tomatoes. 

I don't like thieves.

I dont like nightmares.

I don't like the color red.

I dont like jazz.

I don't like black and white movies.

I don't like favoritism.

I don't like feeling like I hurt someone's feelings.

I don't like growing old.

I don't like abuse.

I don't like withdrawal.

I dont like prejudice. 

I dont like violence.

I don't like greed.

I don't like failing.

I don't like when something isnt working but should be.

I don't like price gouging. 

I don't like manipulation. 

I don't like slivers under my finger nails.

. . . . .

And dodge trucks - 

Everything else, . . . . im ok with  ☺?

Oh, and shopping carts with a bum wheel.

*edit - I don't like pink devils 

** I don't like the 3 second rule

Jacks or better, trips to win  ?

Screamin stream of steam punk,

Down and dirty funk

Get it baby - get it!

Pot shot junk.

Back strap on the coal track,

Fires burnin hot!

I need it baby - need it!

More of what you got.

One quiet fall morning a young girl came upon a wide joining of two streams in the meadow. She saw a beautiful swan on the far side - "come join me" said the swan to the young girl - "but how? I cant . . .I cannot get over there"

"All you have to do is close your eyes and wish" . . . so she did, she closed her eyes and wished "I wish to be on the other side".

She slowly opened her eyes, only to discover she was still there, where she started.

"I cannot" . . . "You must try harder" - so once again she closed her eyes,  she concentrated "I wish, I wish . . . To be on the other side!"

Again, upon opening her eyes . . . She was still there.

"If you could come over to my side we could play all day and have the greatest of fun", pleaded the swan.

"I cannot do it!. . . I have tried and tried!"  She sat in the tall grass and began to weep.

"The water is too deep and the distance too far!"

"You CAN do it, I promise you"

The stream hurried about its business of tattling and tossing - as streams do - and the morning began to agree with the afternoon.

"Please try one more time little one, please?"

The swan asked with lament and sorrow

"You can do it,  I know you can"

"Why cant you come to me!?" Asked the girl back - beginning to get a bit angry at it all.

"Swans are not permitted on that side, . . . I thought you knew"

She contemplated this  . . . 

"Why not?" . . . 

The swan looked down at its reflection and did not respond for a long while.

"Because", it finally said softly . . . "Once you cross you can never go back"

The young girl looked towards her home, and back again at the swan . . . 

"Never?" She asked, confused

"Never" replied the swan,"but it is much, much better over here"

She looked away, in deep contemplation now

The sun was getting tired . . .

She looked back again at her home - it seemed farther away somehow, and had begun to crumble over the autumn hills.

"Please little one, it is time - try again - I believe in you!"

She stood and fixed herself, pleats and bows just so - and closed her eyes . . . 

"Thats it! Come on, you can do it!"

"I wish . . . . I wish . . . 

She began, with all her might

"To be . . . ."

The stream stopped 

"On . . ."

The heavens looked down

"The . . . "

The earth stood silent

She let go . . . .completely  . . . With everything she had

". . . . Other side!"

~ the beginning

Twitching hair trigger,

On the spot rigger -

Im on the hunt . . . .

I'll take that ~ cunt!

Pantie take down

Brutal shake down

Rip and claw

Throat to maw

Im on the prowl

Deep gut growl

Feel the heat

Taste of meat

Lust builds to sickness

With blinding quickness

You'll have no choice

I'll take your voice . . .  too

Im on the hunt

I'll own that cunt!