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My Love of Summer
10:29 Jun 29 2009
Times Read: 776
Gently holding you in my hand,
so lightly so not to crush a body slightly tanned.
Stroking you gently with my tongue,
this adventure has begun.
Catching every contour every ripple,
I move in close to the tip that is the nipple.
Self indulged I don’t notice my fingers are wet,
your juices have seeped onto my palm it crept.
I move rapidly to lap you up as you continue to drip,
just in time to tingle my lip.
I let fourth a moan, you are my dream,
I really want another ice-cream!
The Day At the Park00:03 Jun 24 2009
Times Read: 798
This is a short story my babe wrote for a school project, it hasn't been edited by me, so the spelling/grammar may be a bit off.
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Whilst gently rocking myself on the swings at an empty park, I heard a sound in the distance, an ice cream van tune signalling it is near.
I’m suddenly getting flashbacks of when we were all young in the summer days, racing and laughing around everywhere. All of us kids in comfortable shorts and trainers, we would run up to our mothers and ask for a pound coin just as the ice cream truck approached, this would go on all day.
The golden sun shimmering on our arms and legs.
Suddenly I awoke from the flashbacks and away from the golden warmth of the sun but back to the icy wind of winter.
I can still hear the ice cream vans call, not a loud cheery tune but a slow haunting tune. I can now see it appear in the distance slowly being driven towards me. It stops now in clear view. It’s not brightly coloured, but plain white and grey with an eerie glow around its edges.
I’m isolated with the vision of the truck parked in front of me. The ghostly music slowing down to a stop. Silence.
I stare at it, I rise from the seat of the swing, petrified, my feet glued to the floor. Goose bumps creeping onto my skin. I look into the window of the truck but there is no one there. My fears are confirmed.
Suddenly, from behind me I can hear my mother calling. As I turn my head to reply I feel a warm breeze gentle on my cheek as if from days of old. I could feel myself wanting to ask my mother for a pound coin just like I use to. But looking back round I realise I’m alone only to feel the gush of cold wind returning to my face.
by Dominique Lawrence
Lost11:16 Jun 13 2009
Times Read: 832
Why are we always saying goodbye?
Why does it seem an eternity to the next ‘hi’?
Why can’t ‘see you later’ mean just that?
Is that what our time is valued at?
Only in dreams do I wake in the morning,
Your sleepy head beside me, adoring.
Everyday without you is another day lost,
I’ll leave that with you to count the cost!
When SIZE matters
23:55 Jun 08 2009
Times Read: 881
Wrap me in your codes
I’m yours in
so many modes.
Then scroll me in your box
Till the CSS unlocks.
HTML me till the size is right
Tonight you won’t get a fight.
Whether coding by number or by name
Your style sheet will never look the same.
Remember to save it now it’s done
Or mess it up and it’s back to square one.
Love Resurrected
23:53 Jun 02 2009
Times Read: 899
If my heart were a crypt, laying in state
I would say walk gently among the ashes
As you near the embers watch as they glow
In recognition of your scent
Be careful not to stir the sparks
One touch would be all that was needed
You would be blanketed
Engulfed in a shroud that is my love
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COMMENTS
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Sinora
12:10 Jun 29 2009
Roflmao...you really had me worried there.
TheeLadyHawk
13:46 Jun 29 2009
xoxoxo
You are a true artist my darling
Theban
23:33 Jul 01 2009
Lol, I also thought..umm here we go!
See, Ice cream again. You have issues my boy!
VelvetPassion
13:53 Jul 14 2009
Really nice work