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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 15 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise
- From: michael mcneilley <mmichael@coho.halcyon.com>
- Date: 18 Apr 1994 02:20:56 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: WhiteAspar.p
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- As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise
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- As you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise:
- single black olive, on the end of my finger,
- and was it to be chardonnay or semillon?
- The fragrant bright pink salmon waits, poached with dill sauce,
- as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
-
- Your lips, parted in the beginning of a smile:
- and as you gesture with the chilled and supple staff,
- a brilliant white on white and cometary flair,
- a dark curl falls across your forehead. A glint of
- More?
- gold chases the peripheral flash of your hand,
-
- as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
- I break a roll, my eyes upon the slender stalk,
- hand halfway to my mouth, overcome against my
- will, all thoughts of this dinner past my reckoning,
- as you eat white asparagus with mayonnaise.
-
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- .:McNeilley:.
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 16 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Mango
- From: Kateri/Mary Anne <moh2@midway.uchicago.edu>
- Date: 18 Apr 1994 02:22:24 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: mango.p
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- Mango
-
- Manisha drips it down her pointed chin, careless
- As she laughs at my plight. Unable to pick up the phone with
- Nails and palms dripping with sweet juices. I let it
- Go - he will doubtless call again - let him wonder, and
- Oh! I would like to lick her clean.
-
- *****
- M.A. Mohanraj
- April 11, 1994
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- Hate has a reason for everything.
- More?
- But love is unreasonable.
-
- - V. Raiuhes Ahaefvthe
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 17 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Cheating
- From: Kateri/Mary Anne <moh2@midway.uchicago.edu>
- Date: 18 Apr 1994 02:24:24 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: cheating.p
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- Cheating
-
- Crazy. After all our sweet stability, that the
- Heat of his regard, the firmness of his hands should
- Empty me of conscience. All my mind is
- Apology to you, my love, but I am falling
- Too fast to think - my body has control. And
- I cannot quite regret these burning
- Nights. Life is so short, and I am newborn, a
- Goddess in his taut arms.
-
- *****
- M.A. Mohanraj
- April 11, 1994
- More?
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- Hate has a reason for everything.
- But love is unreasonable.
-
- - V. Raiuhes Ahaefvthe
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 18 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Letter Found Near a Suicide
- From: Kateri/Mary Anne <moh2@midway.uchicago.edu>
- Date: 20 Apr 1994 02:11:53 -0400 (4 screens)
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- Archive-name: letter-suicide
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- Letter Found Near a Suicide
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- This is for Maureen. This is for Maureen to tell her all the things I
- could not tell her. This is for Maureen O'Reilly, who lives on Elm
- Street, near the old church.
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- You have the sweetest lips I've ever seen. I wonder sometimes how
- many guys have kissed them, sucking hungrily at their fullness,
- drawing you in deeper and deeper. Many, I know. They swarm around
- you, bees to red honey, and you give them a taste before pulling away.
- A deep taste. A long, slow, rich taste. (I've hid in the tall
- grasses behind the gym and watched you in the toolshed. Twice I was
- brave enough to stay for a while and watch as one of them kissed those
- full lips, and large breasts.) You've had large breasts for years now,
- More?all
- pale and slightly freckled when you lie in the sunlight with your
- shirt unbuttoned and your bra undone. And from ten years old you used
- them to tease the men. The nuns were always giving you disapproving
- looks. Sister Agnes actually walked over once at recess and buttoned
- the top button. The nuns in high school seem easier somehow.
-
- And you were easy. Even I, who loved you, can't deny that. You were
- so ripe, hanging there, waiting for someone to reach up, laughing, and
- pull you down and you would fall willingly into his arms. (I could
- never watch after he'd taken off his clothes. You, I could watch naked
- forever, your masses of red sliding over your skin as you moaned and
- shivered. But when he took off his clothes I closed my eyes..and
- only listened). But you never stayed. You'd pull yourself back up
- into that tree and bloom again, a scarlet flower, a pomegranate, a
- cluster of raspberries, an apple.
-
- Maybe cranberry suits you best. So flaming gorgeous, but sour inside.
- I hated you sometimes. Your easy laughter with them. Your easy
- smiles for them. Your easy dismissal of me. I would lie in
- bed on hot August nights with the fan turned on me and the sheets
- kicked off, my hand below my waist and my eyes focused on the sky
- outside the window...and I would plot revenge. Plans to drug you, and
- keep you tied up in my room, where I would spend hours (with you
- blindfolded, so you would never know whom I was) caressing that lush
- body, those overlarge breasts and pale skin. Plans to beat you
- gently, then fiercely, with my father's heaviest belt...to punish you
- for never noticing me enough to reject me.
-
- Maureen, Maureen, Maureen. I could never do it. The first tear from
- those amber eyes and I would be lost. I am lost. Lost in my love, in
- my lust, in all the things that should not be but are.
-
- Perhaps you will truly hate me after this. Perhaps this letter will
- make your life miserable...depending on who finds it first, out on the
- front steps of the school. The pills are starting to work...I'm
- getting very sleepy, and it's hard to write. I hope they don't
- publish it. Whoever reads this first - don't send it to the paper.
- Don't tell the whole town. I just want the school to know. And
- Maureen. That I loved her for the last three years. Maureen, maybe
- you can carry my love with you. You don't need to sleep with all
- those men. Then again, if you stopped, you wouldn't be you.
-
- Sincerely,
-
- Caroline Tilden
- Honor Student, Class Vice President
-
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- Hate has a reason for everything.
- But love is unreasonable.
-
- - V. Raiuhes Ahaefvthe
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