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About Me

Maria E. Kuntz was born the year the rock stars died and is over saturated with unsolicited advice. This “pin-up girl of poetry” has been published by Black Cross Magazine, Proscenium, and Golden Tongue Press (among others). She competed in the 1997 national poetry slam, and attended the 1998 national poetry slam as the coach of the Spa City Slam Team. Maria offers an enchanting mix of wit, sensuality, and confusion.form>img#googleTLogo { background-image:url(http://x.myspace.com/images/powered_by_ google_white.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; }#googleTLogo { vertical-align:bottom; width:120px; height:30px; filter:progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.AlphaImageLoader(sr c='http://x.myspace.com/images/powered_by_google_white.png', sizingMethod='image'); }
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Gregory Corso, A thirty year-old Paul McCartney (come to me baby. Oh, I still love you at 64.) Josie and the Pussy Cats, Leonard Cohen ( I have a fantasy, it involves levitation.) Any man that looks like John Lennon. And Dave Navarro (but only if he will be my tour guide to Sodom and Gomorah.)

My Blog

moisture is not the cue

Just because these panties are dampDont assume they will dropI learned masturbation years agoSo Lust remains on my fingertips  until I know the man   know you are manA human capable of loving not jus...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 09:24:00 GMT

All are Dropped

 Six feet under goes the exquisite corpseOnce Afraid to live  for damage happens when oneGoes outside into the sharp worldNo matter         you are dead And underground no one will notice Your preserv...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 12:31:00 GMT

Cul-de-sac

  Everyone has their glorified dead ends. You, my dear, are my cul-de-sac. Stagnation does not mean rooting for growth. It is keeping still so one can die.  Yes, I have come to rescue. Yes, ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 19:39:00 GMT

To the younger man regarding my age

I took all my spankings.   I will take this. Come on, boy; give me the one to grow on. Are you afraid to touch this woman, now, you know just how many birthdays have struck her ass?  So...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:46:00 GMT

Complimented Orifice

I could write about my vagina but that has been done.  I think it was in a medical journal or was it Family Circle.  Vaginas seem to be everywhere. My choice is my mouth.  The lips exp...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 01:54:00 GMT

Over His Head

He lifted up his hands in practice pose.      Like this?   How do you want me?..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Just like tha...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 04:23:00 GMT

Singlehood

Today, the world smells like a wet dog. My feet are wet and my mind is damp with disappointment. The exciting men are insane and the sane ones are just boring-- happy medium, please.   Even ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 02:14:00 GMT

A Note to the Underbelly

For a man with so many tattoos, you have an extreme fear of commitment . Don't you realize that ink doesn't come off with soap.   And a scorching hot bath will not remove me.  &nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 05:20:00 GMT

Without Latex

straight shot of cum salty sticky truth serum possible injection of life or infection leading to death the odds are there and both scare the hell out of people rubber is the protection from unwanted c...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 01:33:00 GMT

The Office of Informational Technology

it is the lamp in your office that attracts me lures me out of corporate florescence gives me hope that someone could soften the world of business with a 60 watt bulb I don't go in often you could ea...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 23:44:00 GMT