Experience

Experience ~

Blog me this.... I know your dying to know.... what dirty little secrets I will show.... Find the hidden arrow.... that opens my mind... there you will find..... a sexual experience unlike any other kind…

Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a white sheet with clouds all around… Lay down on the bed and fall fast asleep…. Wait for me there…. To find a pleasure that can’t be beat….

Getting aroused from this game of words??? I bet you are… wondering where my thoughts are as I twist my long blonde hair??? Wonder if I slowly caressed my legs before I glided my hands towards my garden??? Wonder if I arched my back to bring myself more pleasure???

Find the dancing rabbit behind the glass house…. There you will see a peek of my pleasure any time, anywhere…. Touch me softly in a rhythm that we both can enjoy… Hold onto my thoughts as I take a deep dive….

Getting aroused yet??? I should hope you are…. I’m tempted to stop here to experience my own thrill… But when I return I will finish you off…. Sticky fingers are a pleasure…. Rock hardness is a must!!!!!!

Tomorrow

Tomorrow ~

Tomorrow you will ask me the same question as today, as the day before this and the day before that. You seem to state a belittling means to undermine my answer of tomorrow’s gain. Yet you are bound to find no clarity in my words so the question will remain asked again in a tomorrow tone.

~ PkS 2003 ©

Why

Why~

Who am I to question why…
The world may seem so bizarre
Who am I to question why…
The sky turns so poetic at night
Who am I to question why…
Life is nothing more than it seems
Who am I to question why…
The sun will rise to wake me one more time

Thousands of questions ponder my mind
Scattered remnants frantic to find
A single answer to my search of understanding
Why oh why does it take so much time

Five more times I am question my reasoning of why
Four more tells of trying to hide the answers that are bound to find a meaning inside
Two hinder your beliefs and runs full swing
Three mornings of drizzling ring out to sing

But who am I to wonder why…
The world is what it is, at least tonight
Spoke in tongue, Fiery in words
Why oh why not just explain the world in my eyes

Who am I to question why…
The sky is forbidden to touch at any site
Who am I to question why…
The ground is solid, hard yet so easy to glide
Who am I to question why…
The gentle breeze that swept me off my feet is just a beckon calm of inter peace

Why to question is why to speak
Forgotten questions, forgotten peaks
Twisted circles, frail cracks in the equations
Whispered answers to my pondering behavior

Why oh why does it take so much time
Why oh why do I have to ask why
Who am I to question why
Why oh why brotherly why


~ PkS 2003 ©