h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Author: Andmymare
Created: 08 January 2005

Your work is in: Poetry edit

Transfixed, transmuted, unashamed, for once,
unabashed,
brought at last, compared to surrender,
this is way way past
that

Grown woman, what does that mean to me,
all adult and certain, with treasured opinions clutched to me, like little canteens of reassurance to be drunk from in the desert of uncertainty,

Well I've dropped them behind,
gone blind so I could at last see
pride, ah, a tiny armor, a finial of good sense from which hung my banner,
see, see what I know

tattered rag of show,
why I came up to the keep where all my sureness were stored,
opened up the doors to the store room of my wealth

found empty, plundered, my fealty unguarded
why all those in me have fed freely
fattened and sleek, no longer meek,
abandoned by my guards,
swords thrown all down,
tracks leading out of this small town,

why I see all my hearty band, absconded the rogues,
I wish them all well, for if truth be told,
I've abandoned my post and slept and fed on dreams,
dreams more nourishing than food,
since I've no brood, to care for,
it all lays in me

ran up to my scribe's room, found the candles a dripping and glow
on a last parch-ed parchment, althought I did know the message there, were copied in my hand,
some ancient text, a layout, a rough draft, a natal chart, a hand craft,
blast! I cursed as I swept out the light,
this is old news, won't guide me through the night,

my maidens, they'll know, why they've kept virginal stamina and my temple
should stand pure and simple, with their care,
bursting in, I saw they'd all left, warned by their bellies and minds, they saw the signs, and left!

My minister! As he must be loyal, and my needs are extreme,
I'll bother him in his quarters,
didn't even leave his garters, the git,
why he's quit
like all the rest
I sought to rest, on him and his aged wisdom

So now I face you, at last alone,
unaided, if you could ever have called it that,
unrestricted, unfed, unwatered
the ghat is empty of perfumed water
I've no place even left to purify my self
and my body, last betrayor

no guards, no guides, no heavy hides for warmth, my steed, indeed, has sought another barn it seems

the castle echoes, my footfalls are loud
then angrily throw open the casements I do
and laying me down, I don't wait for you

but seek to clear my mind amongst stars and sleep
cold aires come through, it's the music makes me weep
from some fine harp,
each string touched sounds
unhindered by ceremonial blush,

lets leave it at that,
you've laid me down,
I sold my crown to get back here
tis glee for a ruler to play like a pauper
tis glee for a lover to slow,
and look round
with no accompaniment, no support, it's all spent

and say come then, and tell me what it meant
when I was born, to meet you
all I've been through,
preparation now mere,
nothing prepared me for what I feel here

not the languages I know, not the practise, nor rehearsal,
noone like you ever came close to
not even close to this
damn all my pride, shove my searching aside
take all I've got
empty the pot
pillage my queendom, and have the kingdom too,
delicate as you are,
I'm bewildered by the force
of your smallest discourse, all whispered and purred,

confounded at last it sets fire to my plans
best laid,
aside, askance, defied,
check mated this late in the game?
No that makes it seem like I blame,

I have search-ed so long, to find someone to
do just what you do
and now
I don't know
anything, not a thing but your voice,

laying me down, making all my choice seem
predestined for this
little vouchsafed bliss,
now I've nothing, don't want it
but you.

breathless is this the empty ghat
http://www.groundsforsculpture.org/c_hgordo.htm
if ever one for to be brung to ones hard drive this is ,
read re read and read again,
must leave this post and read befor bed

Back from the snow, back from the duty of gaining provisions, driving over road covered with brown sugar and lard,
slippery and me sweating and swearing and smoking and listening to music loud as ever I can get it, to steady meself

and now
to leave this here for you,
as it would be my extreme pleasure
to invite you to a pleasure garden such,
I hope you deem it nice, for a place to come to

I've contrived a grove, of apple trees, which you may see in blossom, as well as their fruits, not having to wait a whole season
so you may enjoy the bees buzzing, they wont sting you, I've drugged them with sweet smoke, they only bumble drinkin blossom dew

but the apples, I wish you to climb the limbs, and taste them
the limbs will spread themselves just perfectly for you
and they are blushed
ripe
again I've contrived, for you to lick
exactly their deep dish
juice

an so would you bite them, they'll release their hard cider
for to intoxicate, you
and make you lose grasp of limbs
and fall to airth
and she'll grassy receive you, for she's me too
lush and green been dreaming keen
all soft and fine to find you upon me
and yield your mouth finally
yes I shall smother it, but leave you breath,
enmesh your hair, and dare to stay there tasting you finally Robert it would be

like this a monsoon season upon my thirsty village, an if you visited in the guise of grey cloud
we'd all come out proud,
breasts cooled by your mirthful load, through our saris
shedding them with delight
delightfully tremorous in new found smoothness and wet
well we'd have to give it back, and visit you in the guise of little flowers,
all pollen filled and frilled,
with silky poppy dresses (one of my favourite flowers! ah the powers!)
like naughty ballerinas after the show
come kiss me in my dressing room and
sweep aside my crinoline,
it's too stiff and scratches like cotton candy, I want it off
and my dancing stockings as well,
no don pull them like that
ah now, where were we,
darlin, where were we

since you've whetted my appetite,
yes I will cover your mouth while I endeavor to uncover those secret links in betwixt and between, all your history found in your skin,
an make you remember your ancient writ, that you like to do the same things that I like to do, though we've "just met".

and find your mind through your
so fine mouth,
a whole little grotto to linger in,
and see if I can wake the capucin monkey,
to come in my boat,
and float, through, come come sup, mr bee, and dip in, please, an so I'll capture you and yes cover your cries which I'll try to instigate, by tampering, and mapping your palms, and make you sing psalms,
mm
and take a detour, whilst distracting you will fully kisses, tragic and tragic in that I won't let you away except for an occasional gulp of air
but my hand will travel down your chest to your belly
which I will sully with play, now let me remember,
hops scotch was it, where we'd draw chalk marks, before rain, and hop,
and throw our little stones to the next
oh let me linger and draw fine lines,
no dashing, only playing tiny circumferences, ever lower to your dusky musk of
oh but yet back to your eyes, an could I intoxicate you below, but hold your smile, or a glance,
that's what I'm thirsty for, but bow my head

un temper-ed
an slip off my earrings,
slip them off one by one, silver through my ears, like your poetry
let them fall to the floor, and go real slow
oh such a privilege
to even contemplate myself here, (she says, bouncing on bed, like a newly wed, or yes the mare kickin up her heels in spring)
I have painted my toenails pink like shells,
do you care, as I won't let you look away, only close your sweet eyes up in ecstasy, and I've fooled my way down,
and play tongue, round and round racing like
the peregrine will hunt for pray,
around your cock I will submit a like that play
and close
finely finally,
my little mouth shall tell a tale, of tide and time
waits for no man, awwwwww
well I'll make it,
where you're concerned, waiting shall become your profession,
for as long as I have you in my possession

oh oh O O
softest bite, with nothing like all my might
that I save,
up inside tyte,
but you shant know it

please please please
don't bother to rhyme
this time
just give

the sweet secret of your kiss
upon my
oh all waiting is contained herein
herein a container little shallow quim
finding you near
an I'm the one cries out
what I'm all about now you shall know
tvc

I have no idea what tvc is,
but to be continued what I meant

No thought conceived without reasoning the beginning of believing,
When, like you come round a curve of beautiful highway at sunrise,
Your eyes are opened for the very first time ,after you’ve cum to the words,
You read on the page ,changed up a gear disengaged brain ,and climbed

Into mine ,like a bee drawn to a flower sight to smell to feeling with fingers,
Here in my world a moment can be ages three pages of words can be heard in
Kiss kiss miss ,or a hint of liquorish tickles the tongue you’ve arrived surprised,
At the place of your dreams as it seems it been inside you all along ,not all of it,
Just the musical bit ,the movement ,some of the arrangements are there ,purring,

Like a orchestra tuning up in your head ,then some words or a phrase stops it dead
In your head and you begin to wonder what its like, excitement words that make the,
Hush all around ,sound sensual are they all reading this ,ah bliss ,now that’s more

Exciting ,no vexing or vixons I fixing to seduce slowly and sedate you relax you with,
Kisses and promises ,and some words that are new, and maybe some in some glade
In the shade of the moon under a yew tree we can share a moment or two lifetimes
And as in when we read a book like when we turn over the page we lick them,
Feeling naughty the finger may linger on the lips ,just savour the flavour, Nice,feel soft
Like the touch of cherry blossom fresh from the trees we read on further fervour

Pouting finger on lips as I write this I wish I could taste yours ,sweet I bet like those lips,
Longing to be kissed by them my finger traces the path I like then to take lingering longer
Each time ,the tummy swallows the tremors ,nice like the smell of fresh leather supple,
Simple words but feeling sent with them sounds of a kind reaction to feeling deep down,
Drown in there emotion oceans to cross , with my tongue in your mouth your back teeth I
Would gloss

do they feel like pearls I wonder wandering with my fingers over key board,
I imagine how your feeling as I slow down and remember some words of yours I read I ,

Had images to go with them ,they told me how you’d hold me and press me against one,
A tapestry was where you’d trap me and ,ohh ah that sound nice so sudden and so urgent,
These surges as I sit here reading I try to touch you to with my finger on my lips takes sips
Of you and bits of you and hold them behind closed eyes , then I can run my finger round,
The insides of my lips and imagine its your tongue ,or finger ,better yet your hips they,
Sound so exciting , you bum my teeth are biting ,gentle like a peach, tbc