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    Blow Daddy

    Blow Daddy
 Front seat
 At a railroad crossing
 Long freight train moving slowly
 Eyes closed
 She’s working her magic
 Deep South
 Things amble along
 He’s about to release
 Last car passes
 Horns honk
 He spews
 Onward with ecstasy
 Rear view mirror
 Guy behind him is pissed
 Let him wait

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    • Haha,,,I love how you show what is happening all around. Then the let’m wait had me smiling

    • Hey man, how’s it going? It’s been a while since I read your posts. Great write. No apologies here. Fuck em!

    • Hey Keith
      Word up ?
      Haven’t written much since the DUP demise but thought I should contribute some smut again !!

      Thx bro

    • Hi P.,
      I may have told you I’m a quarter French.
      And in France you can get away with pretty much anything as long as you mind your language.
      Like this one. Direct, no unnecessary chatter, love it!
      Needless to say I’m a huge fan of your writes.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • There used to be TV show called DRAGNET. The main character played a police detective and he was known for saying “just the facts” .
        So Gus, that’s what I modeled my writing on. Just the facts. Say what I want to say and not much more.

        A blow job doesn’t need many words, just the passion of someone giving and someone getting …

        Thanks for your comment…

        Stay tuned

    • Passionately penned, Speak. Another excellent write my friend. You always bring you A-game when it comes to telling a story or painting us a picture. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thanks Damian

        I don’t writhe much anymore but occasionally a thought comes to mind and I pen it.

        Appreciate the nod !

    • Hahaha, don’t know if you intended the humor but it’s there. What else is there to do while waiting on a mile of rail cart. To be honest we really miss those long trains passing by forcing the entire south to slow down even more. America doesn’t use but a fraction of it’s railway potential anymore, we use to move shit

      • Humor, mirth and a little attitude …
        I’ll tell you one thing, that woman knows what she’s doing …
        She calls it her salvation à la mode ….
        I call it bliss

  • Pound for pound one of my favorite Dylan songs, the storytelling is chef’s kiss.

    “The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
    Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
    And Rosemary on the gallows she didn’t even blink
    The hanging…Read More

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    conjure

    intriguing darkness, spilling from my lipsdripping like a liquor, enough to intoxicateyour mind spins and you shake off the feelinga seduction is ocurringthe more I talk the more enamored you becomewords tingle the sensespower rolls from the tongueI'm into...

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    • I’ve never tried to trace back how long ago withes emanated from the past. This poem shows the power that one can have when it comes to lust. Something as old as time itself.

      Nice one Crimsin, with great picture that conjures up the mystique of the poem.

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