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

Looks like you been redecorating in here Magnolia. What day was it this past weekend that we were icq'ing each other? Got pretty exciting didn't it?!

Well, here, I brought it for you to put on your walls
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I dreamt of you
Shameless hussy
Temptress with pussy
That moans and howls in the night
A tempting virgin
The magnolia's sweet first bloom of spring
And last night's indecent perfume
Pink silk on tight nipples
Engorged and hungry
Your red-painted nails raked my heaving back
Incendiary explosion
You gasped as I drove deeper and deeper.

Thanks, darlin'! it was looking kind of desolate, here. And this poem really holds the form of mainstream "art", so would they dare to um...selectively negate... your form of expression again? Hummmmm....not sure. Guess we'll find out, won't we? Love ya, ca'pn!

Here's a little something for your walls, darlin':
The lightning pierces the darkness,
And the thunder splits the air;
There's moaning--we hear it--and howling:
He's driving in deeper there.

I love it! It's just perfect where you hung it! Starting to look like home, again. Thank you, darlin'! {kisses him reeeeeal friendly, and leads him through the door} Since you did such a fine job with that one, what do you think I should do about the bedroom? I'd love your input... I was thinking something kinda subtle and gauzy might suit...

Well, darlin', I'm eager to begin the input.
So here's a little something for your bedroom wall.

The ceiling mirrored this morning

And now it's evening
with dark descended an hour ago
and our two candles doubled in the mirror
brighten the room only to a gloom
through which before morning
there shall be moaning and howling
until neighbors shove windows open
to throw old shoes at the caterwaul.
We have created music in the night.

Bravo! This is inspirational! Don't stop, Groominawookie

Thanks, YankaWanka. Since you began and inspired all that's here, I'll bet Magnolia wants more of your input! In the meantime, here's another piece for the walls:

The Dream Continues
Magnolia Thunderpussy in a Wall Decoration

We hung the picture there above the headboard,
you in your mask and coy smile
with the pussy at your lap,
and you said to make it purr.
We petted that pussy until it smiled,
at first with a gentle stroking,
growing bolder,
longer,
firmer,
faster,
until when I arched my back to look up
that picture smiled
and there was purring
underneath the moaning and the howling.

It's gettin lonely in here, Magnolia, darlin'. Have you and Yanka run away to the sea together? If you have--- ! Here's another little something for the walls:

The Dream Continues
When We Play the Night Music

Yeh, Wolfie Amadeus knew
a thing or two about night music.
The melody that sings
when instruments are tuned up
and played just so--
deliberately,
smoothly,
with a touch of magic.
Oh, yeh, and the rhythm, too,
that runs until the crescendo is reached
and the piece ends in a welter
of howls and moans and sweat.
Yeh, Wolfie Amadeus knew--
and now we can play again and again
all night long.

Continuing a Dream

I know I was only dreaming about
driving deeper and deeper
through the darkness of the howling night,
and only dreaming of red-painted nails
digging into my back as I drove,
but now there are welts and scabs
I saw in the mirror when I was standing naked,
drying off after my morning shower,
and now I feel a gorge of blood
running to my head,
calling me to drive there again,
this time slower to let the ride
with you last longer.

{wraps her arms around him and looks him smiling in the eyes} It wasn't a dream, darlin'. Couldn't you feel me trembling? Didn't you hear me moan, deep in my throat? {lightly tracing the scratches running from his shoulders down the length of his back with her fingertips} I left my mark for you, so you'd know I'm real... and I'm here for you, anytime you want me. Just call me, in your dreams. I'll answer.

Dreaming Continued

I'd never driven that hard before,
so deep into the darkness,
all night long,
to come to anybody,
though it was worth the driving
to see your smile,
the ecstasy in your eyes,
and to hear the silence when you quit breathing,
and to feel you pulling me closer
and deeper
until both of us were howling with pleasure
as we came together in a blazing light
that stretched the night longer and longer
before the morning came
when we were empty
and full.

{with glazed eyes and a contented smile kisses him softly softly on his bruised lips and nibbles his ear playfully} Oh, darlin', I needed that soooooooo bad..... Filling up the emptiness again.....feels wonderful.... don't stop now...

Dreaming On

Your night scent sends
the blood running in my head,
causes this throbbing
slow and hard
that will not stop
until it finds your empty place
and there deep in the darkness
it will erupt like a volcano
spewing hot liquid everywhere
before collapsing in upon itself
shriveled and shrunken.

VIII

Oh, yes, I feel them now--
your fingertips gliding smooth upon my back,
slipping so easily from the withers down along the flanks,
pushing under me just slightly at the groin,
barely touching,
hardly pausing,
finding so quickly my naked buttocks,
thighs and calves and soles,
tracing the return with a single fingertip,
sending my head throbbing harder,
until I turn and pull you close to me
and we can feel the blaze of fire that's ours
until the morning comes.

IX

Just when lightning streaks the sky
and thunder cracks and booms,
we make our own storm
out of driving nerves
that flash us blind
with a new white light inside our flesh
sweaty now from laboring to explode out the torrent,
and we hear the name in the lightning
as we come together in the night,
and we answer back,
"Thunderpussy! Oh, yes!"

X

You remember we lay together through the night,
each finding places in the other we'd never found before,
touching deep inside where touching stirs alive a body,
our lips, your and mine, finding hardened places
where we tasted salt we didn't know was there,
then our hearts beating so hard
and our lungs sucking air so noisily
the neighbors could hear us,
and we didn't care,
because we were thrashing a world alive,
spewing it out like grace showered that first time in Eden,
until, like God, we rested.

XI

We moved our world to the center of the universe,
starting like pistons in a steam engine,
barely moving in their cylinders,
an inch or so at a time,
gaining speed, thrashing faster,
farther, the length of the cylinders,
flying through space
across orbits we never felt,
would never feel,
until we centered up in a white heat
that scattered the residue of our grunted labor
in a milky way so bright it blinds us still,
even after day has dawned.

XII

You say to me that I should join you
for a pleasure ride in the milky way,
that in the drive we'll soar past stars
and through the tails of comets,
and seeing the beauty catch our breath
and feeling the glory stop our hearts,
that in this ride there'll be beauty and glory
like none we've seen or felt,
not even in our first time out,
when the stars fell and the earth trembled,
and you promise that I'll make the way milky
and I whisper Oh, yes, I will, I will.

XIII

When you press hard against me,
your naked body to my naked body,
lips, chest, stomach, pelvis, thighs, toes,
all touching as if for the first time,
as if you had never been here before,
not merely with me but with anyone at all,
as if you were discovering in Eden
the first swelling of passion,
and you open your whole body to me,
and draw me tighter against you,
and whisper, "Oh, yes, come in,"
then I gasp, "Oh, God, yes, I'm coming!"

XIV

Your breasts, I'm dreaming of them,
full, soft, as I kiss them,
my mouth open,
my tongue caressing,
and your hands holding my head,
pulling it against you until my mouth is full,
and we're both moaning pleasure
until the dawn's early light begins singing,
and then my full mouth finds a tempo
to match the need of my head
that has throbbed all night
until the morning comes.