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About Me

I'm used but not used up.I've seen much in my time here. I seen happiness and pain. Saw the goodness in ones heart and disdain in others. I have opened a window to let in a cool breeze and felt a hard dry baking of of the sun. Everyone is different no one is the same.I have touched the soft suppleness of warm skin and applied a sincere degree of knowledge in the removal of the barrier in a muscle's release. I have held in my hands many who have never had what it is I gave. In return I received many thanks for old injuries that have borne themselves to repetition. Then became refreshed and anew due to my touch.Yes, all in my hands of thirty years of caring and knowing what it feels like. Onto and into the path to painlessness.

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I'd like to meet:

A caring artist who can paint her heart in the warmth of a kiss, draw a portrait of her life in the gleam of her eye, sculpt her hands round my waist and tell me that she is always there. Her paint is the color of words like red and there is meaning behind each.

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Erotismo en las palabras

El ritmo de los sueños Tántrico Con el dedo pulgar e índice, una suave tirando del tallo clítoris Otros dedos rollo endurecido los pezones lentamente en pequeños círculos Me siento como si estoy compo...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 15:54:00 GMT

Erotica in Words

The Rhythm of Tantric Dreams© With finger and thumb, a gentle pulling of the clitoral stem Other fingers roll hardened nipples slowly in small circles I feel as though I'm composing erotic music with ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 15:42:00 GMT

Poetry: What is there to like or dislike? I will give you an example.

DrinkI send my letters and not to flood The minds who read themI do not want the silt of dried up sentences Lingering like cold damp shadowsThat dot the landscape of my paragraphsIn the content of my ...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:38:00 GMT