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The time is 7am. Our bodies are hot and sticky. Its incredibly humid, unbearably warmthe second day of a heat wave. We slept nude. August finally figured its too hot to lay with us and found a cool spot on the floor. He lay panting softly.

I roll over growing a slow erection. Her backside and bare ass stare at me. Shes deep asleep...
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popet:
Thank you gorgeous smile
jafreeman1:
Madam, (Popet) you are gorgeous!
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We make love?

Have sex?

No

We fuck

You like to ride on top. Your hips swivel with much ease. Your hands pressed into my chest. You glide on the moisture between your thighs and with each gyration of the warm, wet, grasp of your vaginal hold I feel I might burst.

I grab the callipygous flesh of your backside. With both hands full of...
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I hear birds announce their presence and call to others requesting conference on the days foraging and possible mating. The suns white gold forces its way through the cracks of my windows guard. My window is slightly ajar and the smell of spring encroaches my room. The metallic aroma of pollen, new flora and freshly turned humus hover as I lay still.

Its beautiful.

Yet...
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_zef_:
Very funny and sweet! That was actually my choice for the set name..but you are right..too damn long!! Thank you for your love!! My back end feels very good today! <3 And people who write always steal my heart!!!!
_zef_:
Thank you very very much! I've said it thousand times before but I really do mean it when I say I do wish you the best to reach the other side! I actually only mentioned my brother because he would have turned 30 that day and it reminded me of how everything started! smile I hope june 8 will still be a good day with a lot of good memories you remember you've had with your mum! <3
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My arm extends, bony, pale and weak, reaching from the dark abyss I am coalescent with. My hand leads attempting to escape for a moment, longing to put words on record, hoping to bring the remainder of my being solace from the blanket of melancholy.

Prose far beyond the coming lines will be forced. This stream of troubled thought will cease expeditiously. My words are...
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Its funny.

My sister complained about the state of the kitchen in her small condo. And Im tired of the stove being a rest spot for pots!

The clang and crash of iron cookware and the slamming ring of aluminum doors shutting could be heard from the living room. She storms off, out of the kitchen towards her bedroom.

I wait.

I rise and creep...
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milou:
hello thank s fot the add biggrin
jafreeman1:
My pleasure and thanks for thanking me!
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Love. You cannot apply overt thought to such an emotion. You cannot choose who you will embrace; drape in such profound sentiment. When she first arrived, immense beauty abounds at her will, and you believed this is the end of my search.

Though beauty of character lacked and escaped her realm. Such disappointment is unfathomable. You are foolish to press and fight to search her...
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amarena:
That sounds heartbreaking.
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jafreeman1:
Yes it is. Its how I felt when I wrote it but what if it were true? What if we are not all meant to find that "perfect" love or person? Would you be able to accept it?
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Im intimidated, at times. I find Im subdued by writers, educated, avid readers, with a memorized vocabulary daunting and vast. Im not certain they are aware of the exhausting population of words in their repertoire. They are good friends with F. Scott Fitzgerald, took classes on American Literature. With amazing ability they can regurgitate an eloquent verse from Robert Frost. Walt Whitmans decayed hand guides...
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He stands before us as a thespian offering an acute performance. We sit unwillingly in attendance. Our seats are musty, soiled, plastic shapes; its filth deeply ingrained in its form. The orator grabs the metal poles jutting from ceiling to floor; he steadies himself as the train moves forth. Turning forward to back he belts his words, his plea for aid.

He begins with an...
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jafreeman1:
Thank you. I embellished slightly. It's 90% true. The dialogue in the end did not occur but once they seemed to receive what they needed they left the train very suspiciously. There was an odd enthusiasm and the wife (assuming she is in fact his wife) seemed to change moods. I felt swindled. I thought of what he said and his three year old son when I gave my last dollar, knowing I was days away from pay. I felt pretty naive watching them depart the train.
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I once sweated and burned over gas fumes and carbon stained pits of metal filled with scolding oil. Wearing all white I commit myself, half-heartedly to the grueling work of the professional kitchen.

I once thought romantically of this profession. Reality aggressively groped my genitals and gave a hearty tug. I awaken in pain. I find myself under fluorescent lights surrounded by stainless steel shelves...
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amarena:
I am always inspired and intrigued by people who live the pirate lifestyle of the culinary world.
Seems like a lonely field that throws you around like a rag dolll in between moments of fulfillment and camaraderie.

jafreeman1:
Amarena you've given a better assessment than my convoluted prose. That's exactly how it is. I'm certain the gentlemen before you would agree the camaraderie is in part what keeps one at it ...
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I was on my way to attend a private lecture on Nutrition at the Johrei center in Brooklyn. Johrei is a religious movement started in Japan two centuries ago, it's concerned with nature and spirit. I learned of it through my sister. My interest is in their explanation of proper farming practices and nutrition. I'm agnostic.

I had previously attended a lecture concerning...
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