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Array ( [sid] => 145892 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => You Got What I Need [time] => 2008-10-24 20:02:03 [hometext] => [bodytext] => In the dead of night
When all have retired to rest
Given in to neglect
Satisfied their loves ones
Beginning with the neck
Insisting on respect
Contemplating the masochistic intent
Entrenched,
in soapy scum
Minus one
Made to order and protect
Innocence which hangs loosely
Comes apart in retrospect

Handled with care
Touched with a gentle finger
Beyond compare
Further with a stare
A wink of the eye
her smile gets you high
Until you wish you were there
Hands brushing her soft hair
Tongues doing things the squeamish lips would never dare
Pleasure in the form of gratification
Solace in aberration
Clothing strewn,
Undergarments tare-
Under the pressure of the absence of despair
Where, can we go

Has the present moment been forgotten
Have the getters gotten all that is rotten
The beggars beg their last big bargain
All that is waste
Wasted ,
Drunk,
On love, or the thought of success
The light which shows the error of weakness
Meekness ultimately leads to subversive submissiveness
A pacifist, pacifying the realness of his loneliness
The essence of the first kiss
The undoing of what can not be undone
Idiots!,
I am not missed
Anarchist searching for chaos among the masses
The narcissist wronged, stands and resists
Common sense
All that encompasses
The voice of the righteous
The soul of the ignorant
Entices,
Enlightens and parcels out the dumb from the dumbness
Kindness from evilness
Blindness from sight
Day from night
Black from white
and on and on and on

______
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You Got What I Need

Contributed by jyssvw on Friday, 24th October 2008 @ 08:02:03 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



In the dead of night
When all have retired to rest
Given in to neglect
Satisfied their loves ones
Beginning with the neck
Insisting on respect
Contemplating the masochistic intent
Entrenched,
in soapy scum
Minus one
Made to order and protect
Innocence which hangs loosely
Comes apart in retrospect

Handled with care
Touched with a gentle finger
Beyond compare
Further with a stare
A wink of the eye
her smile gets you high
Until you wish you were there
Hands brushing her soft hair
Tongues doing things the squeamish lips would never dare
Pleasure in the form of gratification
Solace in aberration
Clothing strewn,
Undergarments tare-
Under the pressure of the absence of despair
Where, can we go

Has the present moment been forgotten
Have the getters gotten all that is rotten
The beggars beg their last big bargain
All that is waste
Wasted ,
Drunk,
On love, or the thought of success
The light which shows the error of weakness
Meekness ultimately leads to subversive submissiveness
A pacifist, pacifying the realness of his loneliness
The essence of the first kiss
The undoing of what can not be undone
Idiots!,
I am not missed
Anarchist searching for chaos among the masses
The narcissist wronged, stands and resists
Common sense
All that encompasses
The voice of the righteous
The soul of the ignorant
Entices,
Enlightens and parcels out the dumb from the dumbness
Kindness from evilness
Blindness from sight
Day from night
Black from white
and on and on and on

______
___




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Re: You Got What I Need (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Wednesday, 4th August 2010 @ 10:26:55 AM AEST
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So much going on here, it's greatness for all that's said and implied here. Speaking of greatness, this line:


Under the pressure of the absence of despair


Excellent!


~Scorp.




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