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A Handful of HaikuI. You strum my heartstrings, Not with words or fingers but Your illicit tongue.A Handful of Haiku
II. Skin to skin we slip From incandescent feeling To darkest desire.
III. I could write for you, Weep poetry and bleed prose, But I'd rather screw.
IV. I tremble inside, Your incarnadine whispers Searing through my soul.
V. Talk to me in tongues, The ebb and flow of passion Filling me with you.
by ~blazefeline
TomHe was sharp of eye and quick of smile For the sweet young things he did beguile Leaving their sides before break of dawn When they would awake with their flowers gone O, he was rake, rapscallion, rascal and rogue For such things are never out of vogue And dewy-eyed girls hurled themselves at his shoes The envy of mankind, they were his to choose His name was Tom, although his ladies would address Him with a soft sequence of gasps, and the lifting of a dress And far and wide did he journey, many were his conquests For there was always someone who would get undressed And oTom
by ~Sweet-Orb-Mace
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- Current Residence: Jolly England
- Interests: Settling down with a good book, or enjoying a film with Ella
- Favourite movie: Ferris Bueller's Day Off
- Favourite band or musician: Tool or Electric Six possibly
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal/Electro Pop/Jazz/Other
- Favourite artist: Me
- Favourite poet or writer: Alastair Reynolds
- Favourite photographer: Annah Legg : P
- Favourite style of art: Pencils!
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: Toshiba Gigabeat S60
- Favourite game: Half Life 2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike from Cowboy Bebop
- Personal Quote: My God I'm hot
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil and Paper
- Email: zz9.plural.z.alpha@hotmail.co.uk
- MSN: zz9.plural.z.alpha@hotmail.co.uk
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