What I want...
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Posted:Jun 16, 2013 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2013 11:49 am
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What I want to do, is to feel the touch
Where the sun dont go.
Well not very often, as much as I'ld like
The solar heat, the bite.
What I want to have, is it so much?
To have what I want doing, done.
Open my legs, let you enter in
You have won me over
So does that mean, I too, win?
When the heat of the sun has gone
Still I feel its touch
Are you that good,
Leave me within your clutch
As legs do close, the day does pass
Do you leave me with something that lasts?
** Dolly gets off her soap box and hands over the loud speaker phone. laughing. **
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Oh Man, you stink.
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Posted:Jun 16, 2013 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2013 11:50 am
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This is a ditty bout crazy Dolly
Went on trip, 500 km in total, a folly.
Two and half hours I drove,
Each km ticked, arousal grows.
To be greeted with open arms and a yawn
embraced on the front yard lawn.
Come inside, you look real nice,
Oh, yes, the photos on the wall are the ex wife.
The deed was done, the point I was there..
(Great must say! Let me insert here)
The deed was done, did I say only one?
As that was it, king bed: move away, touched by air.
A petal he was, he did say, do I cum or get used again.
So I laid, thinking yipee, in the morning.
The exciting with sun, will be dawning.
Open eyes, oh dear, he's disappeared.
What to do, I not a type to do nothing.
The clutter, mess, was doing my head in.
Being a worker, a Dolly that does
I located and put on big rubber gloves
Standing at the kitchen sink,
Oh Man, you stink.
Here I am for your pleasure and sex
Used as a domestic, that's not correct.
Although I do accept the blame
I choose to react, yet he should feel shame.
The biggest thing I took away, what will stay.
Its what you did and didn't say.
Cleaning a mess is not polite to ask OCD?
I know the ex was high maintenance, thats not me
Yet what really got my goat, my gander up
One fuck, no thank you, safe travel and good luck.
That you acted naturally, in your own space
Let down your hair, so I could see
How much Oh Man, you stink
Way way more than you think
It got nothing to do with your mess and dishes
More about a thank you, a goodbye with kisses.
Oh well, never mind, I hit the road
One convenient, cleaning fuck, I go.
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Here is to Hope.
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Posted:Jun 14, 2013 5:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2013 9:13 pm
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I know Hope, know her intimately,
how big a girl she is, her attitude, as well.
She got much bigger than me,
when we were both aged, around thirteen.
Why it happened, what occurred?
Dont know, yet she truly emerged
As an identity, separate from me.
So she stands, she looms, towers above
A mental connection, hand in glove.
Where ever I go, the wanders I take
She comes too, my invisible giant mate.
Hope and I, yes we are two apart
No longer on me, she depends for life
Hers is the strength, when we face strife.
That come to the fore, makes me believe
Nothing, nothing at all is an impossibility.
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Stood up, left sitting.
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Posted:Jun 14, 2013 4:44 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2013 9:20 pm
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We have spoken, emailed, seen each others face.
Made a time and agreed to a place.
You know my name, I know yours
Tick the boxes, open the doors.
Did I see you, where you there,
Nope, gone,disappeared into thin air.
So I sat, in the sun, it was very nice
With a coffee and a big citrus slice.
So I now see you as a thief of my time,
a slap to who I am, of some kind.
For the investment, what was the return,
To set me up, so what do I learn.
Single, sole men, on here have enough
Without your verbal fluff,
Saying the right things on line
Reality is cruel, not kind.
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You see my vessel, do you see me?
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Posted:Jun 14, 2013 2:31 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2013 6:40 am
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Here I stand, I have done it before.
Happy to show bare, can you see my core?
What you see the vessel, the vase that came,
my life happen poured into, container for brain.
You see the wrapping outside.
Not the present, me, inside.
Most gifts of value, need to be opened
The vessel, the vase containing being broken.
Do I stand bare and let the wrapping skin, speak
Or do you see me, how deep is your peek?
Here I stand, I have done it before.
If you can see it, I have done it, I'm bored.
Wearing a rain coat, when its sunshine.
Odd, once looked, a vision stuck in your mind.
Yet what you remember, what you saw,
Is only the coat, hidden underneath, is more.
If I stand out from the crowd, I should I'm loud.
Packaged to be picked, designed for ownership proud.
How deep is your sight, the value of vision.
You see my vessel, do you see inside
Where I, me, myself resides.
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Give me what you have, I am more than you.
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Posted:Jun 12, 2013 7:42 pm
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2013 6:42 am
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You think you are strong, think you are hard.
What you think is true, it is, I know you.
I am stronger and harder still, also fact
Think of that when I lay on my back.
Do you damnest, do you best
Cleave my slit, bare my breast.
Beat me, mark me, call me a
Give all you have, finish when you can do no more
Pump me wide, you know you can,
Hold me down, give me all you have got
in all the holes that Ive got.
For all that I get from you, its not too much
Use and abuse this strong slut.
Why am I stronger and harder still
Than your cock, that you use to drill.
Because I can absorb, take in, your cock
the passion, fingers, heat, the lot.
I can take all you have to give, to pump
From cock rigid to spent, it slumps.
Give me what you have, I am more than you
A soft sigh, a shudder, eyes glowing I utter,
Always a honest : please more.
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Take Me
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Posted:Jun 12, 2013 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2013 1:22 pm
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Take me hard, put your hand over my mouth, stiffle my cry
Take my wet cunt, push your fingers in side. Feel them slide.
Take my tight arse hole, work it open. Its yours to own.
Take the fight out of me, make me see the reality
I will submit to you, when and how you please
A slut , to punish or tease
Take my holes, one hand to feel what you own
The other in place to stiffle my moan
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I am female, You are man.
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2013 2:34 pm
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I am female, You are man. Easy to see, hard to understand.
Some people call it Ying and Yang, that thing that causes the pang.
No matter how many miles you go, my understanding deepens and grows.
Where ever you are, where you be, in my thoughts you will see:
In me you are, a weight for my scale. You are man, I am female.
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Good Dolly, Evil Doll.
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 10:00 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2013 1:12 pm
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How a bitch turns, on her sisterhood.
When thoughts run wild, of arms that could
still be holding you.
The Evil Doll comes out, the bitch, the
my mind screams and shouts!
I am winner, but fuck, she is the other One.
How hot you hold me, how strong you feel,
The bitch, I get a 2nd hand deal.
Check your measure, of what man is trash or treasure!
Yet all you see, Good Dolly, the girl of delight
Who hides the Evil Doll, getting joy from her sisters plight
I will scrub her from your mind, only then I call you mine.
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Hall Mirror
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 9:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2013 1:24 pm
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I stand and wait by the mirror in the hall. Open to view, Masters sexy slutty . Anyone walking by, one glance, a snap shot of stamped steamy thought.
Fucken Cunt:
Their eyes scream. Yet they can't do more than yell in their minds.
Shots of anger , fangs shown with side glance, thrown.
Fucken Cunt:
Yes, I am. Tall, proud, bared I stand. Take in all you want, you see. That is all you will have of me. Your stern frowns, licked lips or wink flicks. My mind closed, blind to judgements cast, the heavy stares.
Till all are gone, leaving the mirror, myself and me.
Stand nude, naked, tight, willing thats me,
For the Master of my flesh, who's digits can grasp, caress.
What do I care if hoards can see, it's your touch, my reality.
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Touch me
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 8:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2013 11:44 am
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Touch me slow, touch me quick
My tight holes, your hard dick
Touch me up, feel me down
Talking cock? Don't dick around.
Touch me here, touch me there
Leave me touched, I feel you, I swear.
In places you reach, not yet seen
Secret dark, deemed unclean.
Touch me soft, touch me rough
Feel me, I plead, I can't get enough
Of how your hands upon my skin
touch that gets deep, right in.
Touch me now, touch me soon
Touch me, this afternoon.
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Few words
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2013 11:46 am
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I was going along, OK, almost swell
No longer in longing, where I had dwell.
Looking great, outside opinion, they can tell
I had broken away, free from your spell.
Wasn't I silly, what a thought, a empty token.
The bond that my mind holds, it can't be broken
All it took, was an email, a few words spoken
My mind is alert, inflamed, awoken.
Is it magic, magnetic or mind mystery
How you captured and keep me with ease.
A few words is all it took, Im on my knees
Mentally to serve, physically to please.
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Who are you when you are not with me?
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Posted:Jun 10, 2013 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2013 12:15 pm
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When you are not here, what do I care.
Who you are, what you do, I have no idea.
Is it important that I know
What you do, where you go?
Are you a clone, or a captain I see
Master, in charge, of hidden industry.
Am I a simple plan, a playtime ploy
To continue command of me, your toy.
Why would you care what Im told
I have you, not your daily deal sold.
If you were to speak, to say
What had happened during your day.
Be surprised, one mouth, two ears
Intelligent, I listen to your fears
As a toy, I wear a head of air
As myself, Im smart, I care.
Who are you when you are not with me?
More honest, when with me, what will I be.
Will I be dressed in short skirt
To tease, display and flirt
Or will you see the other me
The deeper, stiller side set free
Which hides beneath the fun,
the cute smile and tight little bum.
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