I have never managed it, fluttering on high heels.
I hesitated about posting the poem because I worried that the
cunnilingus (cunniligual?) element in the little narrative might
foreground itself.
I have never much liked michael douglas. nor his father. Nor his
wife. I did hear his jabbering; but some reports later suggest the
risk is very slight - though horrific if you catch the xyz he caught -
and can be covered by an addition to the standard STI screening that,
in this country is free though i am sure our thieves' govt is working
on that. I shall add it to the list of things to raise with my General
Prac when we meet soon; I like to entertain him!
L
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Sent:Wed, 5 Jun 2013 22:38:32 +1000
Subject:Re: holding
Can you flutter on high heels, Lawrence? Dangerous territory you
describe anyway, fair carcinogenic, if we believe the likes of Michael
Douglas. What a prat he is, really.
Bill
On 05/06/2013, at 9:48 PM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
> Holding
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> It is a first thing state: confusions flirt
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> with us in their sleepy waking desire --
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> Yes, one says one time, but what was that to? --
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> roused by the other's presence in new light;
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> neither may tell what we have settled for:
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> you flutter to me, naked, on high heels;
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> and I, attracted, not all there, approach;
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> we meet and find embrace, kissing fiercely.
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> You kneel to lick my rising cock; or else
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> I kneel myself, kissing you on the cunt,
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> my face burrowing into it, the scent strong,
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> unwashed; I block all else, pushing against
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> warm flesh, and into it; and feel you press
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> back, yet balancing yourself, so I may kiss
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> and lick some way right inside you. I shake.
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> I feel you shudder as you lean forward
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> so that we must stabilise both our bodies
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> You grip my skull; I am immersed with you.
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> We sway thus, low branches in a fast stream,
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> trees uprooted by their own weight, holding.
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