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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 32 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Skipping
- From: Michael Turner <turner@remarque.berkeley.edu>
- Date: 25 Apr 1994 03:47:07 -0400 (3 screens)
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- Archive-name: skipping.p
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- First drafts mean never having to say you're sorry. So, you ask, why
- *didn't* I post this to alt.bitterness instead? Got me. Seemed vaguely
- erotic, in a jaundiced way. But I'm getting ahead of myself, as usual.
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- SKIPPING
-
- I see it in you again -
- a lazy heaving under the polished stillness
- quickens and rises,
- threatening for a moment
- to break the surface tension.
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- More?all
- To ripple, perhaps to roil?
- A froth would be so unlike you
- but nobody would need to know.
- Lacy white-water embroideries
- under the drape of pearls . . .
- a lack of luster was never your problem.
-
- In any race of hearts
- the finish photo always has yours
- already out of the frame,
- concentric circles
- widening from where the cold, flat thing
- just barely touched and spun on,
- clattering safely on the opposite shore,
- while the other - flat, too, and colder now -
- sinks from sight unseen.
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- ---
- Michael Turner
- 4/18/94
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 33 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- sex
- From: J.WHEATLEY <wheatley@ua.pt>
- Date: 24 Apr 1994 13:40:44 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: club.misc
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- Once there was a club where you could take a woman in and she was to
- bewhave as a sex slave.
- |In an English context, this involves a dog collar
- high heels, suspenders |(garter belt) and then it becomes optional.
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- Once in this club with the requirment of having brought a woman in one was free
- to look for a change of slave for the evening or for a while.
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- One just exchanged leashes and took one's new object off to
- a dark corner to put her through her paces.
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- The woman I took loved the experience.
- |I guess the other masters were kinder to her than I usually was.
- |She didn't want to leave.
- More?
- She would smell of semen and the like.
- Of course she had to leave
- she was with me.
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 34 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Poem - Midnight
- From: David Goldberger <goldberg@neoucom.edu>
- Date: 24 Apr 1994 13:42:03 -0400 (2 screens)
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- Archive-name: midnight.p
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- Midnight
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- Diamond sparks afire across the midnight sky
- Moonbeams dance within your eyes
- Your face is radiant, ethereal
- I kiss your lips
- Your secret smile illuminates the night
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- Comments/Criticism/Hate mail can be posted, or preferably e-mailed to:
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- David Goldberger (goldberg@riker.neoucom.edu)
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- More?
- "Illusion is the first of all Pleasures"
- -Voltaire
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- HJ[Message 1 of 1 in thread 35 of 42] rec.arts.erotica
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- Mattress and the frame
- From: michael mcneilley <mmichael@chinook.halcyon.com>
- Date: 26 Apr 1994 18:43:30 -0400 (3 screens)
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- Archive-name: mattress+frame
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- Mattress and the frame
- _______________________________________
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- I see you standing in front of the juke:
- the light through that
- Indian print.
-
- That time in the car, the downpour before
- the courthouse, you took off
- everything.
-
- Now some other fool peeks
- between your buttons
- More?
- at lunchtime.
-
- Perhaps you could have meant more to me,
- but was there really more
- for you to mean?
-
- Black lace left behind, pressed
- between the mattress
- and the frame:
-
- between love and hate, or love and
- not love, the mind throws back
- sparks of memory.
-
- Colors, textures, tastes, like pressed flowers:
- remembrance stuck between
- soft and firm.
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- Your picture hung on the bedroom wall,
- in aluminum and
- nonglare glass:
- More?
- still clear mornings the sun
- reflects, wakes me to its
- heavy light.
-
-
- .:McNeilley:.
- (rev. 4-21-94)
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