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XXXV

I feel your right hand under my head,
drawing me toward you until I feel
my lips against yours, opening,
my tongue touching your tongue
between your teeth,
and I feel your left hand pulling
my body toward you,
and then your breasts
against my chest,
and then I catch my breath
as my head, probing, finds hair,
and grows harder when it's wet.

XXXVI

We sit facing close in the hot tub,
leaning forward to each other,
your knee between my knees,
pushing farther,
touching me,
my knee easing forward to touch those lips,
soft and warm and opening,
and my mouth sinking to your breasts,
feeling you shudder as I kiss them,
feeling them rising under my tongue,
then hearing you say, "Oh, yes,
oh, yes, harder, I want to feel you harder!"
until I guide your hand to touch me
rising bigger.

XXXVII

"On my back," you say to me,
handing me the almond scented oil,
and I whisper back, "Oh, no, face me,
let me see your eyes open,
and let me touch your breasts again,"
and when I rub the oil on your skin,
we remember that rocky beach
where naked in the sun,
sitting cross legged,
we leaned forward facing each other,
and you anointed my head with oil
until I smiled and whispered,
"My cup runneth over,"
and you answered, "I'll catch it,"
and you did, oh, yes, you did.

XXXVIII

We snuggled in the dim light
cast by a barely opened bathroom door,
and I whispered, "I wish I'd gotten
some Pusser's Navy Rum, so that
you could have you a sparkling pussy,"
and you answered, "I'll have
a sparkling pussy soon enough,
and no rum's needed,
not with your special polisher
and the cream at the end,"
and hearing that I wondered
if I could make you sparkle all over,
and after a while you did,
and then you whispered,
"Oh, God, you're sparkling, too!"

YAY!!!!!!!!

They're back!!!!!

Would you duplicate the others here, darlin', so the collection is complete?

I'm about ready to reactivate the wench.

*trots in from the rear with a tray of *
It's time to celebrate! Feels sooooo much more like home again now.

58

Last night I saw a moonflower,
its tightly rolled bud
loosening so gradually
during an entire hour,
perhaps longer,
until it was fully opened,
a virginal white blossom
in the rising moon's light,
exposed, vulnerable,
and I was reminded
of that moonless night
(you will remember it, too)
when the boat's motion
rocked us into the milky way.

How could I ever forget, darlin'? It's been a most extraordinary sail.

*pouts and petulantly nibbles the tip of one of her auburn curls*

Do I need to be jealous now? I see you're paying attention to a *sniff* flower, instead of to your sweet Magnolia. *sigh* Is it just the nature of things that a tightly rolled bud would capture your attention, now my fragrance is so familiar to you?

42
Posted Apr 21, 2001 by groominawookie1
Posting 1


It was as if you spoke from God
that wordless invitation
urging me to come again,
deeper and deeper into that sheltered haven
my head is always seeking,
but when I tried to form the words to say,
"Oh, yes, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
like you, I had no voice, no sound,
and I could only let my throbbing head
find its own way,
down to where I could feel you squeezing me
with your old rhythm born before time,
until I found a voice to whisper back to God,
"Oh, yes, I'm coming! Oh, yes, again, I'm coming!"



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 16, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
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And we're here!

Missed you! Have you been lazing in the sun, letting the heat warm your bones? Reading a little book and dreaming about traveling the milkyway with cats and gods? I have.

Are your creative juices flowing again?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 17, 2001 by groominawookie1
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The juices flow occasionally, producing great pleasure, much joy, almost always when my head is in the milky way. With the right person on a starry beach, it happens more often. Are you the right person?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 20, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
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What do you think?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 23, 2001 by groominawookie1
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When I've thought of you,
my head has throbbed,
and beads of moisture like pearls
have seeped from it,
and I have thought that if we were
together,
you and I,
in the darkness of a star-lit beach,
we would find our own milky way,
until we saw the sun rising
yellow, orange, red,
and the throbbing in my head would ease.



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 24, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
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I think you're right.




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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 25, 2001 by groominawookie1
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52

And now if you will invite me,
I will come with you on that star-lit beach
where we shall hear surf pounding the shore
in the old rhythm we have felt before
and long to feel again,
beating the land relentlessly
with its matchless power,
as if to find its way inside the earth
to pour out and spend its energy,
while we lean together against a dune
and feel the sea's rhythm and its power,
until they echo through our own bodies
and we tremble with the discovery
of such great joy.



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 26, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
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Of course I'll invite you, darlin'.
You made a lovely beach!
I painted some surf to nibble at our toes.

check your email



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Subject: 42
Posted 5 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
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53

When you said I should come with you on that beach
(remember how we left our clothes in piles at our feet
before walking through the moonlight into the surf,
both of us gasping when that wave
wet our naked bodies from knees to waist,
and how I screamed, my body arching,
my head bobbing and weaving
in the receding foam)
I wanted to touch you, wet and slippery,
to kneel before you and taste you salty with the sea,
to lie with you out of the wind in the lee of a dune,
to wait naked under the sunrise,
glowing as you painted it,
magenta, red and gold,
until our coming was into eternity.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
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54

When I awoke from dreaming in the night,
my whole body lathered with sweat
af if it had labored hard and long for a prize just missed,
my head wet and throbbing
with the dull ache of unsatisfied longing,
my first thoughts were of you,
and when I wrapped my own hands around my head,
I could actually feel the throbbing in my fingers,
until I could admit that I was alone,
that I was only pretending that you were with me,
but even then my head would not grow quiet
and I could feel it growing wetter as I held it,
and when morning came, the ache continued.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
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55

It was while we were there in the surf,
standing side by side under the harvest moon,
the foam roiling between our legs,
advancing, receding, caressing,
a soft breeze warmer than the water
touching our naked bodies,
we turned toward each other,
your arms wrapping my shoulders
to pull me hard against you,
my palms cupping your cheeks
to hold you closer,
until you whispered against my lips,
and I felt with my tongue you saying,
"Tonight, oh, yes, now, tonight!"
and that long-awaited promise,
"I will come again and receive you unto myself,"
illuminated with the light of white heat
our pathway into glory.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
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56

On your birthday,
when the moon is full,
the earth will tremble
as we come together
on that beach,
thrusting deeper
and deeper
through the darkness,
while the waves pound
against the shore
in a thudding cadence
we feel deep inside.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
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57

On that birthday beach,
if we should find ourselves
under a cloudy sky,
under starless, moonless heavens,
then we should have to make
our own milky way,
and we should have to open
our eyes to protect them
against the blinding light.







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42
Posted Apr 21, 2001 by groominawookie1
Posting 1


It was as if you spoke from God
that wordless invitation
urging me to come again,
deeper and deeper into that sheltered haven
my head is always seeking,
but when I tried to form the words to say,
"Oh, yes, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
like you, I had no voice, no sound,
and I could only let my throbbing head
find its own way,
down to where I could feel you squeezing me
with your old rhythm born before time,
until I found a voice to whisper back to God,
"Oh, yes, I'm coming! Oh, yes, again, I'm coming!"



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 16, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 2


And we're here!

Missed you! Have you been lazing in the sun, letting the heat warm your bones? Reading a little book and dreaming about traveling the milkyway with cats and gods? I have.

Are your creative juices flowing again?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 17, 2001 by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 3


The juices flow occasionally, producing great pleasure, much joy, almost always when my head is in the milky way. With the right person on a starry beach, it happens more often. Are you the right person?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 20, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 4


What do you think?



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 23, 2001 by groominawookie1
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When I've thought of you,
my head has throbbed,
and beads of moisture like pearls
have seeped from it,
and I have thought that if we were
together,
you and I,
in the darkness of a star-lit beach,
we would find our own milky way,
until we saw the sun rising
yellow, orange, red,
and the throbbing in my head would ease.



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 24, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 6


I think you're right.




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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 25, 2001 by groominawookie1
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52

And now if you will invite me,
I will come with you on that star-lit beach
where we shall hear surf pounding the shore
in the old rhythm we have felt before
and long to feel again,
beating the land relentlessly
with its matchless power,
as if to find its way inside the earth
to pour out and spend its energy,
while we lean together against a dune
and feel the sea's rhythm and its power,
until they echo through our own bodies
and we tremble with the discovery
of such great joy.



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Subject: 42
Posted Jun 26, 2001 by Mother of God, Empress of the Universe (lurking omnipresently)
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 8


Of course I'll invite you, darlin'.
You made a lovely beach!
I painted some surf to nibble at our toes.

check your email



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Subject: 42
Posted 5 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 9


53

When you said I should come with you on that beach
(remember how we left our clothes in piles at our feet
before walking through the moonlight into the surf,
both of us gasping when that wave
wet our naked bodies from knees to waist,
and how I screamed, my body arching,
my head bobbing and weaving
in the receding foam)
I wanted to touch you, wet and slippery,
to kneel before you and taste you salty with the sea,
to lie with you out of the wind in the lee of a dune,
to wait naked under the sunrise,
glowing as you painted it,
magenta, red and gold,
until our coming was into eternity.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 10


54

When I awoke from dreaming in the night,
my whole body lathered with sweat
af if it had labored hard and long for a prize just missed,
my head wet and throbbing
with the dull ache of unsatisfied longing,
my first thoughts were of you,
and when I wrapped my own hands around my head,
I could actually feel the throbbing in my fingers,
until I could admit that I was alone,
that I was only pretending that you were with me,
but even then my head would not grow quiet
and I could feel it growing wetter as I held it,
and when morning came, the ache continued.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 11


55

It was while we were there in the surf,
standing side by side under the harvest moon,
the foam roiling between our legs,
advancing, receding, caressing,
a soft breeze warmer than the water
touching our naked bodies,
we turned toward each other,
your arms wrapping my shoulders
to pull me hard against you,
my palms cupping your cheeks
to hold you closer,
until you whispered against my lips,
and I felt with my tongue you saying,
"Tonight, oh, yes, now, tonight!"
and that long-awaited promise,
"I will come again and receive you unto myself,"
illuminated with the light of white heat
our pathway into glory.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 12


56

On your birthday,
when the moon is full,
the earth will tremble
as we come together
on that beach,
thrusting deeper
and deeper
through the darkness,
while the waves pound
against the shore
in a thudding cadence
we feel deep inside.



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Subject: 42
Posted 4 Weeks Ago by groominawookie1
This is a reply to this Posting Posting 13


57

On that birthday beach,
if we should find ourselves
under a cloudy sky,
under starless, moonless heavens,
then we should have to make
our own milky way,
and we should have to open
our eyes to protect them
against the blinding light.







The majority of content on h2g2 is generated by h2g2's Researchers, who are members of the public. The views expressed are theirs and unless specifically stated are not those of the BBC. The BBC is not responsible for the content of any external sites referenced. In the event that you consider anything on this page to be in breach of the site's House Rules, please click on the relevant button to alert our Moderation Team.

39
Posted Apr 18, 2001 by groominawookie1
Posting 1


In my dream we swim through shadows
in the pool below Raven Cliff Falls
where table-flat sun-warmed rocks
jutting out of water still cold in August
will lull us into a summer afternoon sleep,
and we will wake from shallow dreams
where we were hardened,
ready to plunge deep again.