A Young Couple

The door was always open many of the guests were coming by and into their home and passing through continually. Their guests have prying eyes praying hands and they’re all dried up most of them, they’re all steely eyed but ready to join in for a drink. I think they’re looking for a place to hang out.

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The young couple when they were out and about he would look at the other women.

It’s amazing how people pretend to be nice yet they look at you and upon your things. Ketch Simons observes:

So when you see him look upon another woman with lust please ask him, “Do you want that woman to come sit here, her lovely face admiring you?”

Don’t get him wrong:
-don’t misunderstand him.
-don’t get him mad.

Marissa replies, “You should hear his sweet lies!”

The couple who lives together should have became better affiliated with their surroundings where they’re currently living. Now, in a certain area of their neighborhood there stands a church but they’re moving and relocating, always moving from one place to another.

Here on this day the weather was gorgeous but their refrigerator has broken and their food is beginning to spoil, it’s such a beautiful day outside. This was on a Sunday.

“We fell into a pattern of life, she wore her pants tight. As I often do, I’m following her down into the basement area of the church’s annex,” Brad admits reassuringly.

He eventually is trying to humble himself, he knows however in this brief instance to keep his hands off of Marissa.

He sees the gathering inside of the church annex and hears someone speaking.

“You May Love One Another What Through These Voices We Raise, We Love These Gatherings, We Lift Up Our Voices, We Raise Our Songs Unto Thee.. Love, For It Is Love, What Through These Gatherings Of Blessings Of Cordial Invites, Of Fellowship, These Are Our Songs Of Praises And Our Welcoming To You And Of Our Desires, Our Kisses And Our Kind Reliable Fellowship And Gentle Caresses And With This Food This Is Our Gift To You. You Are Welcome.”

“OKAAAY!” So, he thought

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Sweet As Honey

We arrive early and stay late. Some showing up fashionably late. There were violins heard, a nice place a low roar.

We gather more frequently where we enjoy the conversations those who love incidental contact, the intimate moments we share. These incremental moments are not anyone’s fault, we have to do it we just love to. We have had a few drinks and then all of a sudden when we started to get up to leave I accidentally fell down on top of her. We laughed.

Every night I get tired, so I go to bed rather early. It’s definitely summer time, the weather is hot and sultry. After a good night’s rest I will be outside of first light. This is in the early mornings to have a walk, there is a park nearby.

There’s a place where the locals like to go, many share the sidewalks via the neighborhood streets to go to a park. They share the outdoors via the residential streets going along the way to the park. There’s more streets, freeways, businesses on the boulevards where to shop. It is near the expressway projects, the highway infrastructures and beside of the road are the public bus stops. Sometimes there exists a terrible filth, a smell of such disgusting nature, there’s a strong stench present and I can smell it. This must be pollution.

There standing out there in the fields at a reserved plantation nearby I can see they’ve got beehives all around and that’s all I know. It looks like they’ve got new help, new hired hands. Here looms trouble, I think so no doubt. There’s more to be reckoned or learned about than to just be standing around yet still, they’ll never know, they’re too young.

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Now here’s an instance of caring, as definitively as one could also as determined. So I have come here this morning, to this job site to ask the up and coming, the one who works with the bees and you know I’m concerned about her because I should be and we eventually all will want to help. I ask her, “Where is your house sitter, also what is this BuzzFeed? Did you know this person, his name was Thinning d’Ous De Beer, he was a cool hipster dude back in the day? Take care of yourself my Darling!” There was small talk. She’s rather young,

Where will I find the strength and fortitude to forgive her mother, to love this person I see working diligently, to live and let live after all these years? You love the ones and hate the others, those you love will turn against you, those you hate will forgive you. I forgive you, now all I ask is will you forgive me? It’s amazing that I want this girl to succeed.

I spoke to her mother summarily,

“Thank you for your clemency and for forgiving me. I get the all clear to speak to our daughter and you’re not delineating astuteness of my ways. We are strengthened by forgiving others, for this I thank you!”

I knew her mother, we grew up together, this was in the same neighborhood where we both lived. There were many of us younger people. We rode our bicycles everywhere, riding them on the streets going over to our friends house, up to the little town, to school and back through our neighbor’s yard and on to their lawns. It was here in this community where we attended the same schools and many of the churchiness functions together. I knew her, I liked her and I was quite attracted to her. I would see her in the group hanging out with the others, many who were our friends. We were all about the same age.

I probably never really got over her, I never knew her as well afterwards as such, not after those years that we spent together. But as time goes by we change, we were all growing up and of course at home, obviously together with our families, our families who protected us. Now because of those years, I don’t remember too much. Well, maybe I do remember the part about my best friends and the times we shared together, yet I was never held accountable for anything, anything to do with her child not like an adult. I would have been a no show every now and then.

Spartans sports and the extracurricular activities like this after school, the track teams, the girls and of course the intramural sports games. Maybe for me as with her, a cat and mouse game, flirting with her when her boyfriend wasn’t around and I have to tell you that showing off in front of her was intoxicating. Now there’s another one of formal dating.

And if I had seen anyone of my friends or her, I would run towards them as if something exciting was going to happen. And then on other occasions, if I had seen them another time, I’d run away from them for a little while. Later, I didn’t know that I would drift away from my friends for good. And dating was just a stupid game of ‘Acceptance’.

Quirks as we were, quitting at an early age. We needed guidance from the adults.

Now this one is for her daughter. This one’s for you my Sweet Darling!

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Sweet As Honey

We arrive early and stay late. Some showing up fashionably late. There were violins heard, a nice place a low roar. We all gathered where we enjoyed many conversations, and those who love incidental physical contact, touching the ones, the intimate moments we share, they’re not necessarily anyone’s fault we had to do it, we just love to. We had a few drinks and then when we started to get up to leave I accidentally fell down on top of her. We laughed.

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Every night I get tired, so I let it go. It’s warm outside it’s definitely summer time, the weather is hot and sultry. After a good night’s rest though I will be out there of first light in the early mornings to have a walk, there is a park nearby.

There is a place where the populace like to go, where people often like the multitudes share the sidewalks via the neighborhoods and this is a park, they share the outdoors via the residential streets going to the park. There’s more streets and freeways, yet what’s left behind is an awful sight of trash and garbage. It is near the expressway projects, the highway infrastructures and lying beside of the road. There exists a terrible filth, a smell of such disgusting nature, there’s a strong stench present and I can smell it.

There standing out there in the fields I can see they’ve got beehives all around and that’s all I know. It looks like they’ve got new help, new hired hands. Here looms trouble, I think so no doubt. There’s more to be reckoned or learned about than to just be standing around yet still, they’ll never know, they’re too young.

Now here’s an instance of caring, as definitively as one could also as determined. So I have come here this morning, to this job site to ask the up and coming, the one who works with the bees and you know I’m concerned about her because I should be and we eventually all will want to help. I ask her, “Where is your house sitter, also what is this BuzzFeed? Did you know this person, his name was Thinning d’Ous De Beer, he was a cool hipster dude back in the day? Take care of yourself my Darling!” There was small talk. She’s rather young.

Where will I find the strength and the fortitude to forgive, to love, to live and let live after all of these years? You love the ones and hate the others, those you love will turn against you, those you hate will forgive you. I forgive you, now all I ask is will you forgive me? It’s amazing that I want her to succeed!

I spoke with her mother. “Thank you for your clemency and for forgiving me. I get the all clear to speak to our daughter and you’re not delineating astuteness of my ways. We are strengthened by forgiving others, for this I thank you!”

I knew her mother, we grew up together and this was around the neighborhood where we both lived. There were many of us as well.  That was a short bicycle ride I remember to get to her home.  We rode our bicycles everywhere, riding them on the streets and in our neighbor’s yard on their lawn. It was here in this community where we attended the same schools and many of the churchiness functions together. I knew her and I liked her, I was quite attracted to her. I would see her in the same group hanging out with the others, many who were my friends. We were all about the same age.

I probably never really knew her that well after that as such, not after those years that we were together. But as time goes by we change, we’re all growing up of course and at home, obviously together with our families. Now because of this I don’t remember too much. Well, maybe I do remember those of my best friends and the times we have spent together, yet I was never held accountable for anything, not like an adult. I would have been a no show every now and then.

Spartans sports and the extracurricular activities like this after school, the track teams, the girls and of course the intramural sports games. Maybe for me and with her, a cat and mouse game, flirting with her when her boyfriend wasn’t around and I have to tell you that showing off in front of her was intoxicating. Now there’s another one of formal dating.

And if I had seen anyone of my friends or her, I would run towards them as if something exciting was going to happen. And then on other occasions, if I had seen them another time, I’d run away from them for a little while. Later, I didn’t know that I would drift away from my friends from school for good. And dating was just a stupid game of ‘Acceptance’.

Quirks as we were, quitting at an early age. We needed guidance from the adults.

Now this one is for her daughter. This one’s for you my Sweet Darling!

 

 

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Everyone Is Different and Unique

Everyone is different and unique, they come from different places around the globe as this carries such great diversities. It’s a pleasure to be traveling because then you’ll know and you will have learned something..

But you know there are different fields of endeavor, of work as well as entertainment. Some may be interested others not so much.

“And anyone can use any one of the social media platforms they may want and what they prefer.”

You may remember me for introducing this post. And to comment here if I may, I’ve just seen something, this was a Rhinoceros running freely down a residential street in front of a house!

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Their efforts were nowhere near where such standards supposedly are, by keeping this beastly animal inside of a well secured structure, a fence or kept perhaps in a zoo, yeah, a zoo. Although here this was in Nepal.

And this sort of reminds me of what is reality and what could happen. People ignore this sort of thing, it’s this sort of place in the world.

A source of fiction is making the unbelievable, actual events which are accurate in nature or that could naturally occur and that would occur, occur. Of course, this is just of the writer’s own imagination.

Thank you.

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The Daughter

The Daughter

I keep thinking about these private parts, my thoughts and while I love her, particularly her, what a real nice intimate evening we all had together. This is beyond what my imaginations are, but when I return there, I go by her room and we greet one another, “Hello, let’s talk,” and that’s when I run upon her wearing her boy shorts. “I’m sorry,” I said.

But she has her mother’s figure. I mean her mother, they’re two alike, what a perfect figure she has and those boy shorts!

 

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..” I wish I was with my boyfriend, to be holding his hand and making out all day.”.. She was heard as saying, as if she was quoting her manuscript, her part.  She’s into theater I know, it’s down in town, she’s rehearsing a play there.

Oh, I remember being that young once.

So, on those days when I come over, she peers into the ole glass ball of what her activities usually are but today, she’s on her day off and in her room.

Q: I looked there, were those fuck bruises? And those boy shorts, skin tight, “Those ripples foretold all that were imagined.”

Is there a chance I haven’t expected any of this, this explanation from her daughter, her mother is my best friend.  She had said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that you would be coming over so soon,” and also, “I haven’t properly told you something yet!”

“I’m also sorry, honestly! Well, I didn’t expect to see you like this, in the privacy of your own room. Who knew right? I’m human, so so sorry! I’m serious!”

I’m learning all the parts of her body, her appearance and wow, her legs. She really has taken off and she is growing, it’s about that bodybuilding that she’s doing. Now she’s growing into a pattern of life just like that of a grown woman, like a flower blooming, filling out those areas very nicely. Too often she welcomes me into their home, her arms wide open….

Oh so, this was all of my imaginations, my thoughts and my feelings….

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The Brewery

Could one be like, irreverent, that they love physical contact, much more -physical touching, the improper moments, not of correctness, nor of being correct, not fitting of politeness, attributed to their style?

You should be and I see the impropriety especially since after showing off. I had to ask her to move albeit politely, or else I would have brushed up against her.

To think that a handsome man only shows off more so than to show up, mixing up others feelings. I’m sorry, it just so happens that I ran into her in the local grocery store, we were grabbing at food off the shelf.

I mean, what do you do, she had already invaded my space.

“I think you would love to have coffee with me and chat about this, that or the other,”  I told her.

“I’m not opposed to a place or a setting or a particular neighborhood, well, yes, I am, really actually, I would prefer an upscale place,” she replies.

Oh, it would be nothing of a ghetto place, but a simple place, a delightful place where we could communicate on neutral ground and be with ordinary people just like ourselves.

“OK-A-A-A-Y How About The Watch Tower,” she asked me.

“The watchtower..The Watchtower!”

“Okay, now the curious ones will be interested to know who I am right?”

“They’re up there watching?”

So we begin our journey to the WatchTower.

“Come on, come in please! So how about eating a piece of cheese then?”

“Okay,” we said.

“OKAAAY, THEN SET YOUR ASSESS DOWN.”

Such rough ass talking that, I might add.

Now in the Watchtower nowhere can we go.

Having mentioned in his sermon, this person who stands guard in the Watchtower, his speech was about articles of clothing, he’s demonstrating and showing us without any remorseful sorrow rather out of pure meanness and wailing. This was about sexy attire, “Let’s don’t misappropriate articles of clothing,” clinching with his fist hand, “Was this the Renaissance Act with their makeup and fancy clothing?”

I think so.

So we went inside for a drink.

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His Sexy Friend Caterina

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His Sexy Friend

Tom’s Sexy Friend Gets Herself Engaged. She’s such a person, “Just like a breeze,” he thought. A particularly strong woman, strong in her ways.

Caterina goes around in this big city shopping for things for her wedding. This is her business her daily affairs where everyday she rides the subway train. She has always lived here, she has familiar insights on where she’s going, the routes she takes. Caterina is a charming young lady and she uses her time wisely these days, where she lives in this very large city, this is her daily life of commuting on that train in this very large city, this city is filled with many millions of people. She takes the subway citywide traveling to various parts of the city, places where she likes to stop.

Today she stops to meet and greet someone very special. On this morning and on this particular day, a Wednesday, she is preparing for her first stop. And if you could be her and you know you would want to be her, she’s pretty and she’s very well versed on her directions of travel, here in transit on this ‘Linea Gialla’ Yellow Line in a single direction. Although today as her schedule allows her, she’s in route to have coffee. Now she’s heading towards the coffee shop, her first stop of the day. Her soul mate should meet her there. He ‘should’ be there.

However they are called; soul mates or friends or acquaintances, she’s diving into a dream. This is the moment and the time is now that she thinks, because Caterina knows her soul mate should be out there for her, this person whom she is about to meet, hes8just her friend and that’s okay! There are several coffee shops nearby. He should be at one of them.

It’s neither an upscale place or a ghetto type of place, but a simple place and is just the right kind of place, a delightful place where she could communicate with ordinary people just like herself, original and not fake or not too poisoning.

“You’ll have more than one soul mate in life, for there are different ones for different things. There are musical soul mates, let’s-get-coffee-together-every-day soul mates, artists soul-mates, etc., etc. The romantic soul mate is only one aspect of this notion, never forget that.”

This was her way, a strategy of hers, these were quick, ‘Quickies’, energy for the hunt, to hurry along as if in a demand, as if they are calling out for her to do this.

Underground at the subway station and at the stop, she comes forth calling, emerging out from that train, when it finally does stop then she suddenly is rushing upstairs towards the streets, she’s obviously in a hurry to get to the coffee shop, to be on a schedule overran by her overwhelming urge to meet again and to have coffee with him and chat, to meet and greet her new Coffee Soul Mate.

“Mmm, maybe we’ll just have a quickie in-between shopping, I don’t care where!  He’ll decide where,” Catrina thinks.

“I held her undies in my hands so they wouldn’t fall down onto that dirty street below. Still, I wish she wouldn’t  go on like this,” Tom thinks.
Tom’s such a nice fellow.
First, she’ll need to appreciate his good deeds but her criticisms, this should be measured over a period of time. “I know it’s time-consuming but still, and quite often she comes over to where I live and comes inside of my home, where she pauses, she stands up to wish me well, only to her full essentials. I mean, I’m her soul mate or somewhat, what’s up with that? I’m human and I love her, but still, and she’s getting married soon. Does this make her have a wonderful orgasm separately? I don’t know.” She is one of those who is with you in thought, probably, probably not. She doesn’t say too very much, nevertheless because of this she has said many things. It’s in her silence, this speaks volumes. And then, you know, there are those who do speak, they gossip, yet with them, theirs is a never-ending saga, it means absolutely nothing.

Such was the experience of last time, so that’s when you return to their cordial invites. Once in a while and quite often they attend masquerade parties. Tom understands that Caterina is a strongly independent woman:

Tom walks straight in under the veil of secrecy wearing a mask, that’s when he returns there, these people have to pair off eventually, it’s couples night right, being invited back to their cordial invites, but then he asks, “Why is this one clinging on to me?”

Why is the one clinging on to me? I will have to ask her why she is clinging on to me and what does she want from me. I must be polite. Oh, and I do admire this one.

I’ve had to ask her why she was clinging on to me. What was this, her last vestiges of hope, as if a rose, the parts of a rose whose names I must learn, and the patels have fallen off of this part.

The Roses Have Lost All Of Their Relevance. Their Petals Have All Fallen Off.

Since when must I learn all the parts of a rose, their technical names, also of a flower, but go on please, and neither am I a Botanist but if I may, why is she clinging on to me? The way each petal clings on to the parts of the rose in the center, it’s like I’m that part, “The Stamen,” the center of her attention, hmmm, that’s the parts name!

Here I must learn something else before going on and that is to learn more of the parts of a rose, all of their technical names and then proceed to call out to her, oh it sounds so precious, “My Pistil,” and “You are Sweet My Darling.” She smells so nice!

Well, little does she know that this one rose, this woman who is worn, probably is worn down from all of her hard years of a failed and rugged life that she’s just as charming still, and that’s even with her working clothes on. “I’ve got to keep my eyes on you Caterina, obviously!”

Hair Long, Black And Falling On Her Shoulders, Her Black Skirt, Knee Length High, Her Lily White Skin.

There she was again Caterina. There were sources who let it known that someone has been increasingly making improper glances away, he has began to peek at this person, to peer at her. Each envision her desires, her thick and long dark hair, her wild animal like instincts, not everyone is perfect. So tell me who looks for skin at the bottom of clothing and briefly captures something down in those area? I wish for awhile they should speak about this.

“So, I’ll tell you. Okay, he dove into my things, oh, he dove in-there alright, right into my things.” Caterina tries to sort it out about Tom.

“What Honey?  He will not and does not dive into your things, not the way that you my ‘Pretty’ dives into her own things.” This is what those sources told her.

And then I saw without a doubt the Gallantry, the Parents the Pageantry of Warriors, one wearing her knee length black skirt, quite a unique uniform. She was made up with a dress, of a modest type and with her lily white skin, a mother. She had a full head of thick black hair falling on her shoulders. This was Caterina!


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