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Posted on Jan 08, 2010 at 06:50 PM

Try the local high school bro

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Posted on Jan 06, 2010 at 08:47 AM

She wakes up in the morning, to an empty bed It's gonna rain today, the radio said As she pours a cup of coffee and sits down in the chair, The tears start to fall, 'cause he's not there She puts on her make-up, and gets dressed for the day, She hates being without him, doesn't want it this way, Still she tries to work it all out, through heartache and pain, The tears start to fall, teardrops like rain Like the rain, it falls, on the the love of 2 people Whose pride got in the way, Like the rain on the steeple of the church, where they married that day.....and it rains.... from the CD Jim Ragsdale and the acoustics

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Posted on Jan 06, 2010 at 08:44 AM

She wakes up in the morning, to an empty bed It's gonna rain today, the radio said As she pours a cup of coffee and sits down in the chair, The tears start to fall, 'cause he's not there She puts on her make-up, and gets dressed for the day, She hates being without him, doesn't want it this way, Still she tries to work it all out, through heartache and pain, The tears start to fall, teardrops like rain Like the rain, it falls, on the the love of 2 people Whose pride got in the way, Like the rain on the steeple of the church, where they married that day.....and it rains.... from the CD Jim Ragsdale and the acoustics

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Posted on Jan 04, 2010 at 12:01 AM

Jag, just ensure she is legally old enough


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Posted on Dec 28, 2009 at 02:06 PM

No stories to share really, at least not of romance since most women I encounter aren't really looking for that. I myself tend to think I am a romantic at heart. I love poetry, good music, and good company. I guess romance is just like love...you know a thing that exists that we cannot touch, taste, smell or physically feel, but are sure of its existence. Like me, I enjoy a starry, night sky. The most beautiful memory I have of one is from October 1990. I was in the Saudi Arabian Desert for the first night and the vastness of the sky made feel so small, and I would never have thought that feeling small would be a 'good' thing. The sky was enormous and endless and beautiful and I lay awake on my back for hours just gazing at it as if I had never seen it before and I realized that I hadn't (not in this way). The only thing missing was someone wonderful to share it with. Unfortunately 'she' has yet to show up, but I'm still patiently waiting her arrival If you should see her, tell her Webb says 'hello'. LOL

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Posted on Dec 19, 2009 at 12:37 PM

Very pretty..... the Red Hair is quite sexy!

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Posted on Dec 09, 2009 at 08:03 PM

you're smokin wouldnt mind you at all

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Posted on Dec 08, 2009 at 07:53 PM

This is a very nice poem.............!!!

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Posted on Dec 07, 2009 at 11:13 AM

Lovers Dance by A guy named Joe Glistening bodies entwined in a ageless erotic dance, seeking pleasures form each other, seeking wonder and romance. She touches his face with tenderness. He draws her body near. Aching, needing hunger will make their desiny clear. Their lips meet in soft kiss, their tongues begin passion's war. Forget now, the outside world. All is here, behind this door. He stokes her body tenderly, she arches up for his caress. He finds her silken portal and her womanly wetness. She moans in fiery desire and pulls his hand away, wishing to end this exquisite torture and get on with passion's play. She straddles his waiting body, eases him into her femine hollow. She leads him on a rhythmic dance, his thrusting hips must follow. She rides him faster, even then, to hear his wondrous sighs. She shows him all the delights she has between her womanly thighs. They stare into each other's eyes and grasp as ecstasy unreels, and tangles them in a lover's knot that every answer reveals. Sated, they lie side by side, spent but hungry still. She touches him where their passion came and tastes their lovers spill. Their mouths meet in passionate need, hungry animals once more. This time he rises above her, her body to explore. Their ballet begins again, as he thrusts his manhood in, vowing not to end the dance unless her cries he'll win. Like beasts of old they become, riding with desire, only resting their throbbing bodies when sated by their fire. I can only remember what it was like once...

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