4/20/2009 4:57 pm
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The name of this blog is Promiscuity—an indiscriminant cast of the personal, unprejudiced, concentric and sometimes carnal intelligences.
Come in! Come in, for you are not a voyeur. You are welcome to look but invited to share in the intractable and the intimate.
Touch me. I look forward to each of you.
How do you like to be touched?
-M
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17457 posts 4/21/2009 10:39 am |
Seems like an easy question, no? Where did everyone go?
touching knows the song
of blissful nights' intrusions
blessing each where they belong
chant paths of light illusions
touching knows the song
wrapped in ebon' stillness
celestial dreams set sail along
lit starways drunken visions
ah, and in so many ways...
aramaic star nomenclature
porcelain slurry
bursts of intentionally poked synaesthesia
fingers dipped in olive oil to my tongue
pumice to my feet
hair washing
foot rubbing
oiled bodies (but not in sand)
to the depths of soul by well-placed whispers
and the depths of mind by valid argumentation
the heights of intention by storms of creation
by the promis(e) loosely hidden in the oddest of words 
surprise of tangential worlds
the bombardment of auras' collision in a crowd
cascading of light rain on tin or on me
hot breezes over naked dry skin
to be touched by the universe in all those things...
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17457 posts 4/21/2009 8:48 pm |
I'd be sure that the person who touches me with his fingers has experience with most of the touches I listed. Fingers are nice, but they have their places.
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17457 posts 4/22/2009 8:57 pm |
Heh. 
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