Hello All
This is my 50th little verse, in a series I decided to call 'Prose for Pros'. These little poems have covered most areas of my life, fantasy and reality. They have touched on things that have actually happened and things that I wanted to happen. Throughout, however the world goes on and when I am having fun in bed, others are not having so much fun. When I am short of money, like now, I realise that there are many with less.
This then is a little verse to show that although I may sometimes sound shallow I do feel and try to understand an increasingly complex world. A world where people want black and whites but they only get grey. Like Italy this summer, we may want the blue skies but have to cope with the grey!
As another shell......
As another shell hits Gazza
I have my own shell deep inside
It explodes
But it does not destroy
It enlivens and pleasures me
I'm fortunate
As another family moves from their home
A cock finds a home
Inside of me
It plays around
It has fun
I am fortunate
As floods swallow whole villages
I am flooded with kisses
My cunt
My arse
My breasts
I am very, very fortunate
As lonely people gather at Termini
I lay next to a warm body
Sharing moments
Telling tales
Getting fucked
I am fortunate
The time to write this
The time to kiss
The time to lie naked
The time to complain
A valuable commodity is time
I am so fortunate
As the shells hit Gazza
I hide my eyes
That wet my pillow
That once caressed two
And I wonder
What should I do
dariax@hotmail.co.uk
0039 3281769818
This is my 50th little verse, in a series I decided to call 'Prose for Pros'. These little poems have covered most areas of my life, fantasy and reality. They have touched on things that have actually happened and things that I wanted to happen. Throughout, however the world goes on and when I am having fun in bed, others are not having so much fun. When I am short of money, like now, I realise that there are many with less.
This then is a little verse to show that although I may sometimes sound shallow I do feel and try to understand an increasingly complex world. A world where people want black and whites but they only get grey. Like Italy this summer, we may want the blue skies but have to cope with the grey!
As another shell......
As another shell hits Gazza
I have my own shell deep inside
It explodes
But it does not destroy
It enlivens and pleasures me
I'm fortunate
As another family moves from their home
A cock finds a home
Inside of me
It plays around
It has fun
I am fortunate
As floods swallow whole villages
I am flooded with kisses
My cunt
My arse
My breasts
I am very, very fortunate
As lonely people gather at Termini
I lay next to a warm body
Sharing moments
Telling tales
Getting fucked
I am fortunate
The time to write this
The time to kiss
The time to lie naked
The time to complain
A valuable commodity is time
I am so fortunate
As the shells hit Gazza
I hide my eyes
That wet my pillow
That once caressed two
And I wonder
What should I do
dariax@hotmail.co.uk
0039 3281769818
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