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This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing

elixir,emulsion,emanation
mystic impregnation
impulse...
touching your body of emotions
sensual note jumble...
roseblood,blue night carnation
black desire
provocative aroma...

My first time occured in a barn.
There was a peaceful quiteness unlike any song.
She stood there and looked at me with those eyes.
Why me I thought, as I wondered why.

My first time may be unlike many others first times.
There was no beer or whisky or wine and dine.
It was only her and I in a moment to share.
A moment that was braught on by a simple dare.
She turned her head to show me her smooth neck.
She look back at me again wondering what the heck.
Then I approached her slowly and placed my hand on her back.
Where she made a gentle sound as I gave a gentle pat.

My first time is something I will never forget.
We just came in from the rain that made us wet.
After the pat on her back, I ran my hand up to her head.
This is the moment where she began to beg.
I ran my finger tip around her ear and down to her chin.
At this moment, I didn't know if what we were going to do was a sin.
I ran my finger tips gently down the front of her neck, to her shoulder.
I ran my hand gently and slowly all over.
I ran my finger tips down her side.
She wiggled a little and kicked me and I almost cried.
Didnt try to tickle her again after that moment of pain.
I ran my finger tips down her thigh, then I lost my keys in the floor drain.
Instead of trying to find those keys that fell out of my shirt pocket.
We settled near a few bails of hay where we unlocked it.
Gently I grabbed her and stroked up and down.
Slowly at first but as time went on, I knew we were going to be going down town.
Faster and faster till she squirted all over the place.
On my arms, my hands, my chest and my face.

My first time was unimaginable and full of wow.
This was my first time milking a cow.

I woke up up to walk I walk walk lonely In a lonely street i walk In a lonely corner i stay while lonely lovely appear to a lonely bird with lovely lonely heart.

after a zazen session;
a crafty disciple,
asked master oshiba,a question:
-honourable master whats behind
the door of knowledge ?
-how to kill the eternity ?
retorted master oshiba.

trapped in her breath,took to her arms, engrossed in her ice-sharp eyes. Ripped away my soul she bled.. taking all we dreamt,all we ever dare to shed. we gazed above to the twilight sky burning souls of know what why...? flushing away the cold of day such a daring child in a grown up way. that i slept those moments dream to dust, and be so man,his servant lust...thus take all our bread but leave thee must..!