Having a sexting orgasm with JP better than the real thing!?

What is this world of sexting-and the interlocution between two total strangers.

JP arrived with a query to my question?

Is that a double entendre? He wrote.

I lol’d and that was the beginning of something like sexual magnetic

 

Sexting: exploits for the darkest space of the mind
Sexting: exploits for the darkest space of the mind

resonancing with words in

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Eaten to Death at Lifes Kangaroo Court

it’s always slow amensalism

head and tail spinning

as a diversion

or easy and tempting

chimerical in its divulging compote of hedonism

courted by terror and mind games flung

to the kangaroo court

siphoned by extremes of obliteration

this demon roams where others dare to dream

nothing commensurate here

lay down and die

inside rattus rattus contains the evil corrosion of

Lytta

 

Hedgehog Dilemma

h-hog-photo-one-two-images

Is up up or is it down

Depends on how you look at it

Perspective

Is

your own

Like those that come under

the mantle of care

and

curiosity

The burrowers

they dig

in

Don’t share

Never

Ever

Share

you will

Be left

in a state of

Disrepair

They just can’t leave you

Alone

They mimic a

cultured

sawft sawfft

Voice

And a kind kind

Eye

They squeeze

with triggers

drops

more

drops

Be careful

In the end

they will slit your

Throat

That’s the

Paradox

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

Saint peter

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

dead

 

 

 

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