Friday morning Movie
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Posted:Jun 30, 2013 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2013 5:58 pm
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Oh the delight, the glee, the damn sheer joy
The touch of a man, not the grope of boy
Sitting with a nipple twisted
OMG this is wonderful, no resistance.
A finger that can trace, with form and grace
Upon curves, the purr creates.
One touch every thing goes,
Who cares that I am sitting in a movie show
Gone is the picture, the story told.
Another story being said, upon my soul.
Fingers that dance and delight
Under the seats, 19A &B ,
19 H&G got a sight.
Two people, a him and a her, a couple, a pair
Dignity given, each had a coat to share.
Zombies, horror, who gave a toss
Touch of each other, plot gone, no loss.
90 minutes of foreplay and fun
Out the movie house, damn near at run
To the car, to the dark parking place
Final act, relieves the ache.
Then to laugh and laugh and leave with a smile
Movies are magic, a wonderful time
To make a story, to tell a tale
Of lust, then love, on a ticket stub sale.
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The 1% curse yet its own cure
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Posted:Jun 30, 2013 4:29 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2013 3:22 pm
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A fifty is seen, a pass rate, a must
Half get there, its maths, add and plus
That makes half have gone
before end of first verse of song.
So those who a left, the half remain
In the door, a pass they gained
I like hobbled, crippled, nothing more
Another batch deposed, good bye nothing scored.
Being ruthless, with a heart.
Each are cast off, left complete, not torn apart.
So many say "I could be"
Fuck off, you are not for me.
It is a curse, a spell, a rudder
Guidance required, from another
The pool that can give my need
1% of the population, a reality
The 1% curse yet its own cure
Keeps me honest, keeps me pure
Because I too belong to the percentage given
Not birth right, yet a status invisible written.
Damn it I shall, I will, I am
Be Dolly on soap box stand,
mega phone pose, held in hand
Use it to say: Not spaghetti, false nor spam.
Why should I not stand on my box,
Use words of silk binds,
imagines thrown in, a mix of me combined.
Paid my dues, status earned: desired.
Status, stats, does it matter
White noise, back ground clatter.
Dyslexic accounting will make you see
99% are the anomaly.
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Sitting on the sofa, upside down.
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Posted:Jun 30, 2013 2:43 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2013 8:34 pm
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OMG I love my body, and damn I like me.
Its winter, my lounge, the fire, equals 42degree C
Its something I do, cause its always so funny.
Strip off, get nude, do the play boy bunny.
Sit on my sofa, upside down, on my head
Look at life, that way instead.
Its amazing, nude, different view
What gets seen, what conscious defuse
Only if you sit within a spot
Same but different, like warm not hot
Position, vulnerable yet strong
Upside down, why who says its wrong
Why shouldn't I seek a peek
Different angles, the volumes they speak
Damn I like me, this is my normality
Others say odd, others think intuitionally.
What am I saying, what is my message
Give your sofa new different creases.
Open up your body, so your mind
Who cares, who will know,
One winter night, with lounge lights low.
You sit, nude upon your head
Thinking, looking a new watershed.
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Thank the Lord, for excellent lovers.
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Posted:Jun 29, 2013 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2013 1:06 pm
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The man who walks amongst us all,
Doesn't stand out, not too big nor too small.
Neither ego nor mental requested bling
He is him, as a thing a thing.
Without why or what nor thought a lot
Ability to be, amazingly hot.
A touch of Midas, its golden dust
Your fingers trace, just is, no must.
Ability with a shy smile and grin
Give Dolly what has been missing
A style, a grace, a man no mistake
No drama, no effort, piece of cake
A man who knows, that he is he.
Stands, comfortable, like I do me.
The confidence that comes from deep
A language of touch, both we speak.
No need to prove, nor make a dance
No boundary pushing prance.
The proof is found in the act
Beyond words, or illusion, its fact.
The man who walks amongst us all
Being Him, without fan fare or cat call
Knowing his place and his fate
He is the saviour, no mistake.
He takes the bad men who lurk
Makes their memory seem inert.
Fulls a woman, makes her scream
His touch, his balm, a fantasy dream.
Thank the Lord, for excellent lovers.
They make woman recover.
Harm, hurt and damaged souls
All they want, woman to be whole.
A man, and theres more, its men.
Who make woman believe again.
The touch, soft, clean and pure
Makes forgotten, past sins endured.
Lets smile and make a grin
Big men, without ego, that cancel sin
Thank you for being that kind of man
Because of that, I am who I am.
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Situation vacant, apply within
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Posted:Jun 28, 2013 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2013 1:59 pm
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If this blog was a cork board, one notice to be applied.
Firstly is the spelling, more cock board is read and spied.
So if only one note was to be pinned,
what words under heading
"Situation Vacant, apply within"
could give true designation.
What is the role and whom who do I seek?
To full the void, my vacancy.
Readily climb between my sheets
Yet match of mind, never do meet.
Alpha woman, I am, I'm told
That means the boss lady
What the dictionary tells
I am not a man, I yell.
Yet there is a streak, a line
a vein, within that says
in some part I am, a lie to deny
Why English adds womb to man.
So its a man's man that is my sight
A equal but different,
Call me slut, call me
Without trying, how do I give you a score.
I have no qualms to try before buy,
One notice on the wall
It is me, Dolly, who I am, my all
looking for a man who's me and more.
Independent, intelligent and a butt to fuck
Me, I am winning lotto luck
Kind to me and others, I care
Honest, verbal bluntness laid bare.
A physical fuck is simple, a blink
A mental fuck, make you think
Masters go hunting, so do I
Forces of nature cant be denied.
Situation vacant, apply within
Touch me, feel me, make me sin
Seeking my balance
The see to my saw
What I write is true, my need not want
A man's man who can be
True, strong, patient and incredible
Cause that's me, plain to see.
Call me forward, or is it active
Real is best, 2nd is cyber.
My mind needs stretching as well as holes
Real flesh, Dolly available to hold
I am free, and also lost
A ship, high seas, sea anchor tossed
Holding my course as best as I can
Knowing Im not being all I am
So one small note on a cock board pinned
Mind Fuck, Master, Sensual Soul required
A force of nature, minimum.
Situation vacant, apply within.
Want a be's, wish I was.
Absolutely no need to apply
Who I am, the 1% dish
Yes, every man's wish
Dolly is me, who I am
Stand 8 foot tall, in ego, of course.
Small pool of whom, next I stand
stance relaxes, taller is He.
Is the hook, my form the key?
Size is a reality.
Wake up look at pictures,
Great boss, guaranteed.
Only a Master, those who see
What lays deeper, invisible clarity
Some do, most don't.
Situation vacant, apply within
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Tears for the unknown woman
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Posted:Jun 24, 2013 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2015 2:02 pm
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My cheeks are wet, my heart is hurting.
All because a cock went lurking.
One cock that has no brain
How it causes people pain.
Tears for the unknown woman
Fall down my face, cause they can
I know where she lays for sleep
Her pillow, my head did keep.
What drives a penis to do such thing
To hide and lie about wedding ring
What gives it right to decide
That only one woman cries.
You took my trust and my cunt too
Now, what are you going to do
I have learned that you lie
The unknown woman, for her I cry
Because she still has your trust
Her gold band, placed to stop your lust
You have your ,
Its not me any more.
Ifs it one thing that makes me sad
Then if left, extremely mad
The truth is everything
Especially when written via golden ring.
Tears for the unknown woman
Yet you beside her stand
Poor bitch, sad cow
One day, not yet, not now
There will be a Dolly, like me
That tickles what is fancied
Be careful, be aware
Lying doest mix with underwear.
This other dolly, a wonderful chick
The lie, exposed? becomes a bitch
Little piggy sound squealed
To unknown woman, all revealed.
Tears for the unknown woman,
I cry them, cause I can.
Honesty comes in many forms
Do No Harm. My motto, I've sworn.
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Currency of value?
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Posted:Jun 22, 2013 3:30 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2013 1:36 pm
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Every woman has a worth
Who knows, destined by birth?
Some get more than their value
Their men made to beg, borrow
or over sell.
Its horrid, yet its true
What men are made to feel
Over charged, yet paid amount due.
Women are witches,
choose with care
DNA a misspelling of TNT?
18 years can be an eternity.
Currency of value,
Every woman knows her own,
Line in sand or snow
Bottom line exposed
Some wenches totally strange
Build like a sofa
Are deemed on the same exchange as me?
Wow, good thing stats found as a hilarity
Trash or treasure my attitude stands
What is the mark of man.
reading through what is written
Fate already committed.
Cast me of, yipeeeeeeee I don't care
Allows inhalation of air
Swelling me, my self, I can share
A bullion which is rare
A man who uprightly stands
Accept the lines, where they land
An allowance of who I am
what is my value, unbreakable stance
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Useless Wanker
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Posted:Jun 21, 2013 4:37 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2013 5:46 am
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Being a woman not a man,
when it comes to wanking
A finger is needed not a hand!
At least for this lass, above is true
Yet a calamity has happened
What did occur, what to do?
My wank finger, crushed tween wall
and flung open car door.
Both sides, finger nail & tip, it all.
Hurt like a fatherfucker, the bloody smite
Yet the stab of pain that sticks
No wanking for this wee chick tonight.
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3sums on my mind.
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Posted:Jun 20, 2013 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2014 11:39 am
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Things of late, have gathered pace.
Find thoughts hidden, under mental space.
Often have been left dwelling there,
mental dirty under the bed underwear.
Mentally applied location: the place
For years put off the face to face.
Until one day, it was a long long time past soon
First seed of thought, long germinated, now grew.
Much older, wiser, throwing open the drapes of my mind
Let the light flood in, show whats to find.
Memories also flow, buffered with light
Of a one off evening of 2 men, taken tight.
The action done, memory stored,
life continued, as before.
Never since those decades ago
Has this body felt a two man flow
Is it YANG or YING
Being something inbetween?
Is it the act, the feel of the hand
Or is a mental gun slinging stand
Each man must face, who gets #1 place
Who gets hair, who gets face?
Surely there must be some rule book where
such information found, direction here.
Does man become the alpha due to finders fee,
All these things are, female weird you see.
Added to that so out of touch,
What is the normal, modern day too much.
If you know any answers to the question posed
It would be helpful to know.
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I want to bend over
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Posted:Jun 19, 2013 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2013 4:45 pm
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Show you me, when I am sweet
Little slut, appearing neat.
Yet within me, is your
Wanting, demanding more.
I want to bend over, show you the view.
What is yours, owned, to use.
Do you like what you see
Cock twitching decidedly.
My tight little body
Screams out FUCK ME.
I want to bend over, show you the view.
What is yours, owned, to use.
Keep me bent over, holes right there
Offered, open, already bare.
Take what you want, what you wish
I am yours, I will not resist.
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Own pervert.
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Posted:Jun 19, 2013 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2013 3:15 pm
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I know I like my body,
All the little bits
Yet, some of it I like more,
Deemed a higher hottness score.
First thing that comes to mind
My titties, they are devine
Two wee, little tight globes
Stoke them, my brain explodes.
Further down, a belly flat
After two births, imgaine that.
Skin that is smooth, a natural silk
Colour of coffee mixed with milk.
Following my curves to the back
Shoulders, spine and butt crack.
All are straight, a line thats true
A back, that work, is known to.
Taking in the detail of buttock cheeks
A firm, rippened split peach
Touch the line of design, the curves
Set alight my deeper nerves.
Another cute pair, my legs not bad
Long, strong, pins to be had
Either way look, up or down, who cares
Look best when held apart in the air.
Shoes are not quiet a body part
Yet they do bring up the mark
Of my ankles and feet
6 inch heel does look sweet.
To the gap between my thighs
The space, tween them, make me sigh
Above hanging tight cunt lips
All supported by wee little hips.
Take it all in, include my face
Its what makes everything fit into place
Matching what else is on show
It completes me, who I know.
Reading through what I have written,
I love me, bug I have been bitten.
Which it a good thing I like it a lot
Cause when I perve, I know Im hot!
FAAARK. Im not too shabby for 46 years old.
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How long are your fingers, do they make Dolly sin?
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Posted:Jun 18, 2013 1:10 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2013 2:45 pm
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Some can make the miles disappear, the words are typed,
the final high WOW score.
What is said, cyber land spoke, has an effect
leaves my ego trampled, cunt un-stroked.
Dolly is not a common camming girl
All she deals with, is real.
Nor would she agree, to being a tranny!
Others are short in both words and spelling
Down with trolls dwelling.
Fingers of fungus, they live among us.
Rotten in soul, groping in lust.
Who think their words are worth
The filth that is spurt.
Some have the honour in reality
To met me, Dolly, in full honesty.
Are left with a new awareness
A result of her nearness
Not an on screen, two D fantasy
Always how she will be, presenting honestly.
Bugger be damned! Cock-a-doo-doo!
Pictures of weird angled, with camera, set zoom
Gets you a score of ZERO TWO.
Yikes that has made me rude
Capitals in sentences, that's blog crude?
Yet words off or on line have to be said
Under the send button or vocal can spread.
Like legs if applied right
Brawn is boring, show personal mental might.
OK, honesty? Both together, Dolly's delight.
A sensual deep soul, held tight.
Living in a space/time that take's in the moon
Who cares the distance, a meeting may be soon
What is important is mental might.
Miles melt, mind mould, look at the beam,
one Moon spotted, same Moon found and seen.
Dolly sits on her box, waiting for her door to knock
Not the type to sit, doing nothing,
Counting flies, SWAT, the profile brings.
Somewhere in the correspondence shared
Upon unicorn, bare back, chest bared.
Not a prince, rather Mr Ordinaree.
What is seen, what is taken in,
How long are your fingers, do they make Dolly sin?
A mish match of fantasy, and fingers that touch
Dolly body rubs, door jam on cunt, gets that much
What your fingers touch, how long will they reach
Will demand only on keyboard, can tasks be complete.
OMG that sounds so brutal and crude
Demands of long fingers, to get Dolly nude.
If in mind, you catch this mental fire
Bugger*** the distance, this is desire.
*** Bugger: Kiwi for damn Not anal fuck. Yet both can give me a grin
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