Totally into You and Me by Fangfingers, literature
Literature
Totally into You and Me
Being without you's always tuff
i want to be with you
No school, no work
i just wanna be with you, you jerk
Empty rooms an no damn calls
you leave me climbing all the walls
You've tempted me with lusty glue
now i only want to be with you.
Being with you isn't enuff
i want to be inside you
Shed us, shed clothes
deep inside you in orgasmic throes
Being outside you bothers me a lot
like a candy machine with a broken coin slot
Your face glows with such ecstasy
that inside you is the place for me.
Being inside you isn't enuff
i want to BE you
Then i could tease myself about being with me, always near ...
and i could tur
I'd Get That Worm For You by Fangfingers, literature
Literature
I'd Get That Worm For You
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If i was a little bird...
i'd get that worm for you
I'd flap my wings till they were tired
just so by you i'd be admired
If i was a little bird
i'd get that worm for you.
I'd fly all around
and scour the grassy ground
in search of those wiggly things.
So happily bound
to bring you what i'd found;
Show the goodness my beak brings.
I've heard songs before
about " if i were this ..."
and " i were that ..."
But i'd do so much more.....
to give you bliss
with a worm real fat !
If i was a little bird
i'd get that worm for you.
I'd pull and tug
on his wormy ass.
An if he got away...
i'd bring you a bug
...cause y
The new parables for the thematically intelligent....
Newer James 186:268
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Paralytic nurseries prepare the terminally alone for agrarian consumption in a carnivorous world.
My borderguard asleep in his watchtower; Fate makes him rest not sloth, so illegals can enter my apocalypse-loving churches to decipher a faint message of hope...
Souls do not exist in anyone...Only the illusion of clutching unity you project willingly to my needy innards...
Touch me for all you're worth.
Entire choirs of gentle background singers underscore the desire for you to touch me ...but there are no such things as
Winter silences the land and shelters it in the same dark, still pall your love has clamped my life in.
I do not blame you ... i chose to live in your undiscovered country;
to explore the wonders i thought rooted somewhere in its illusory, summery confines.
But the edicts of your seasons are a natural rhythm you are unaware of.
i could blame you for not being aware of the power of your own natures...
but what good would it do? What log of eternal warmth would it lend to my cold, comfortless fire pit?
Concerning love, blame is pointless so i concentrate on survival instead.
I watch you like a lone, starving coyote from a di
In this Weathered Old Cottage by Fangfingers, literature
Literature
In this Weathered Old Cottage
In this weathered old cottage
i repair as best i can
the things that are decaying;
the needs that others easily ban.
It's a life long job of fixin'
an i don't really have a plan
when i see a memory fading
i just repair as best i can.
The floors are soaked with memories
of every place they've walked
and the walls are stuffed
with sweet sweet words
and the way that they were talked.
A patch of tenderness
for a time remembered over here.
And shoring up a ghost
that might be disappearing there.
A filling up, of a hole
that appeared cuz of regret.
Sometimes it seems better
to sell this place...
..but i haven't don
If criminals enjoy a life of crime
Do writers employ a life of ryhme?
Do chefs endure a life of thyme?
Do slugs slide by on a life of slime ?
Should i have been a poem-pencil pusher?
Can gooshed bugs technically be gotten goosher?
Does Swisher Sweets have an exectutive swoosher?
if i wished i had answers ....then would i HAVE BEEN a whoosher?
Back when i searched for a job and relief...
i always wondered ...( and with no little grief )
it was always my worry ( and fondest belief )
i should have chose...you know, that .... Indian Chief.
But here i am now trying to eek out these words....
paper grabbing my typing like toilets suc
Got the puzzle
but not all the pieces.
Determined will
with new age pill
...tight axle-gut and axle greases,
but look at the box i'm so confused,
the pictures not the same.
i'm so bible abused...
( it's not even my kind of game)
Close my dark eyes
imagine it working.
thanks to Dr. Phil
...my new love skill
( called daytime rut and nighttime jerking )
but look at the tube ...he's one-sided
the pictures oh-so lame
He's so lame-value misguided
--
and beauty lingered while we played
spirits infused with a sunlit day
a smile so precious as to guide our way
and beauty toyed with our senses keen
finger kisses on stomachs lean
desires so fed as to strain against stray
and beauty sang as we lay together
spirits infused with each other's tether
exertions so vital as to need no stay
and all the nights capered with beauty's dance
spirits infused in the glow of our trance
lust never quenched in our sweet passion play
and beauty settled like motes of dust
slowy forming a mantle ...
....a sugared crust
spirit's delight for so many years- so little grey
--
...i think of summer's tryst with autumn
as i squeeze your enticing, rounded bottom...
And like summer's flowers, you must laud 'um
and be sure to fondle 'em while you got 'um
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Love Letters from - truncated by Fangfingers, literature
Literature
Love Letters from - truncated
( real title )
Love Letters from the Final Days of the Very Last Autumn
1) ...
The smell of severely overused, deep-fry grease still permeated my nostrils as i ate the microwave-heated bowl of rice and eggroll, even though the leftovers were 5 days old.
A meal from Chu Tu Time ( the House of Chinese Leftovers )
You were out with "the girls " while my tounge was tenatively discerning i still didnt know the correct of amount of time to heat this particular combo of pseudo oriental delights.
As i looked at the yellowed rice strewn with bits of organic color i realized how much it was an allegory for what'