I took the flutter to be part of a kind of dream state situation, Lawrence, but that might be off...
although there's the 'settling for' there, too...
how it gets there...
Doug
On 2013-06-05, at 9:11 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>
> 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
>
> ----- Original Message -----
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> 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
>>
>>
>> It is a first thing state: confusions flirt
>>
>> with us in their sleepy waking desire --
>>
>> Yes, one says one time, but what was that to? --
>>
>> roused by the other's presence in new light;
>>
>>
>> neither may tell what we have settled for:
>>
>> you flutter to me, naked, on high heels;
>>
>> and I, attracted, not all there, approach;
>>
>> we meet and find embrace, kissing fiercely.
>>
>>
>> You kneel to lick my rising cock; or else
>>
>> I kneel myself, kissing you on the cunt,
>>
>> my face burrowing into it, the scent strong,
>>
>> unwashed; I block all else, pushing against
>>
>>
>> warm flesh, and into it; and feel you press
>>
>> back, yet balancing yourself, so I may kiss
>>
>> and lick some way right inside you. I shake.
>>
>> I feel you shudder as you lean forward
>>
>>
>> so that we must stabilise both our bodies
>>
>> You grip my skull; I am immersed with you.
>>
>> We sway thus, low branches in a fast stream,
>>
>> trees uprooted by their own weight, holding.
>>
>
>
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