poetry about quickie

Warning : adult content.
(there. done)

Make me cum
Slip me toung
Give me some

Touch my breast
Feel my chest
Hear my confess
Give my best

Heat is hot
Cold is not
Night is shot
Love is sought

Feels so good
He so could
I so would
We so should

Let’s get down
Not get found
I get pound
Don’t get sound

Time to go
You’re to slow
Nothing to show
Know one to know

Penny L. Poore

summer macro. "I am a doggie..."
This is a many times crop.

Papa misses summer

curiousities

Natural Prince Rupert`s Drops

If glass is melted and dripped into ice-cold water, the glass solidifies into drops with a thin tail. Tremendous stress between the surface and the interior is the result. If viewed between polaroid films, the stresses and strains can be seen, just as in toughened glass. The bulbous end of a drop can withstand being hit with a hammer, such is the toughness. If however, either the thin tail is snapped, or the body scratched with a file, Prince Rupert`s drops violently explode into glass powder.

poem quickies

More quickies, one on death and the other on love, or sex. Death and sex go well together, I guess.

The one on death is excerpted from a slightly longer poem. Poet of the day is Emily Dickinson.

1st one.

Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The carriage held but just Ourselves -
And Immortality.


2nd one. Lots of !!!!!!

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds -
To a heart In port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight -
In Thee!