An alluring combination... Cherry to Blossom.

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The blank pages
Invite the poetic wanderer
With a wanderlust heart
Visiting undisclosed locations
In search of rare experiences
Roaming the edges of known
Where the real adventure is
Gathering some rare pieces
Strewn here and there
Not oblivious to poetic eyes
Allure of the blank pages
Is difficult to ignore
For all the adventures
Of the wanderlust heart
Waiting to be chronicled
Sore feet and tired soul
Heals when the muse smiles
After all the secret journeys
Poetic heart will return to
The blank pages.

 

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"The cosmic secret
Revealed to the seeker
Aware of every particle
Everything becomes tangible
For the soul
Reality is conveyed
Through the simplest life forms
Look closer
Listen carefully to the silence
Clandestine meetings
With the Oneness
Not fragmented anymore
Everything is part of a whole."

 

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The Moon Sprite,

She comes only on the darkest of nights,
an alluring songstress of sleep.
She dances in the dreams and fantasies of many,
the cost of her seduction is steep.

She can steal the hearts of the most loyal men,
tempt any woman's desire.
She creates a sensuous paradise of lust,
beware the consequences are dire.

Many a soul have been lost to her charm,
led easily into the moonlight.
Enticed by the sway of her hips as she twirls,
a captivating show of sultry delight.

She's an insatiable spirit of shameless passion,
her words are provocative lies.
For when she lures you into her arms,
you become a star in her sky.

She draws you away from your loved ones on Earth,
her smile overloads your every nerve.
Yet you are forced to watch over the ones you have left,
a fate you do not deserve.

There is no way to fight her embrace,
no magic spell or plea.
You'll find yourself yearning for when she takes your hand,
and whispers "Come away with me".

She'll gaze upon her glittering conquests,
with an experienced collector's eye.
She'll laugh and dance among her trophies,
naught they can do but cry.

So when you happen upon a shooting star,
racing across the sky.
Know that it is not a star; merely stardust,
a tear escaping a captured eye...

 

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Making Love To Darkness...

Seductive little lies
escape your lips
like lullabies.

Turn the lights off
and let me see you bare.
Even in the darkness,
all I want to do is stare.

Fall into the sheets
and tell me what you crave,
I'll let you whisper secrets,
if you let me misbehave.

The words are softly spilling
from your breathless wicked lips,
they make me grin in pleasure,
with my hands upon your hips.

The time for talk is over,
with my face between your thighs.
You come across an angel,
but the devil's in your eyes.

We both can drown in ecstasy
while the world ends in our kiss...

 

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Moonlight Muse...

fire lips, feline walk
the perfect simetrie,
animal desire ethereal
Sweetness.

under mi sinner eyes, of
a divine madman, y find her
in shadows

sempiternal muse,
beautiful, serene, sweet,
as strawberry jam, and
wild as a lioness


your saving fire, between
the ashes of betrayal, your
kiss of fire, woke the sleeping
by hate, torture and pain
desire.

dark reality, brought me her
saviour lips, and with them
the verbe, oh ethereal muse
oh strawberry jam.

the fires lips, and silk
skin, hidden in shadows,
with her kisses of silk.

the sweet beauty of a leopard,
Beautiful, serene, you are life,
and fire, desire.

you walk on beauty, threw the
polluted airs, cleaning it all,
with fierce simplicity.

oh ethereal muse, beautiful, eternal,
you eyes shine, knowing the one
who looks, adores you in silence.

your simplicity, superbe, beautiful,
sweet, wild, you are
the ethereal muse.

your silk kisses, give life,
hold it, silence the mugle doubts
with your leopard eyes.

the eyes are the sun,
in the dark artist's life,
hidden in plain sight.

your sweetness, oh
ethereal muse, you give
Vigour, strength, a reason.

the silk kisses, and the
lost looks, take emptiness,
and fill it all, threw your eyes,

the ethereal eyes, company
my dream, y adore you, as
mi goddess, company, contention,
compassion, evoqued feelings
of your eyes.

all spiritual, is the consequence
of you, making a beast love,
you make it human, divine,
serene, loved, as its love and
adores you.

silently, threw this hello place
for madmen and poets, the rest
is haters, jealousy, or accomplishes of
creeps.

oh silk kisses, that save mi life,
in most vill of nights, and bring
back the human in me.

oh muse, lover, you fill it all
with love, with your eyes of
ethereal leopard, mi sun.

je adore, oh loved muse,
you are mine, beautiful,
human, divine, your kisses
give life, you love me,
and y adore you, you are mi
goddess, your silk kisses
save mi life...

c'est tout, c'est tout
je adore.

 

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“We are travellers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share.This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

 

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One day it just seemed as if everything was going wrong. It was sunny enough, and work had been relatively stress-free, but somehow, I don't know what it was, or why...I just couldn't get going. Everything seemed to be an ordeal, and my mind was wandering all over the place. Just one of those days, I guess.... I'd left for lunch and was grateful for the mild breeze out doors, the sunshine and the chance to escape the usual clatter and confusion of work. Spring was at last in the air and I suddenly felt much more optimistic...just get thought the day, put it behind, make new plans. Soon I was lost in thought as I strolled, with my only vague intention centring around food and perhaps a browse in the local shops.

Suddenly a voice called out to me from across the road. It was Julia, an acquaintance from a previous job...my manageress in fact. I'd quite honestly found her to be a touch haughty and arrogant, and was glad to have left that job altogether, but times had changed, and so had I. To be honest, I was glad to meet someone not connected to my current job, and was curious to know what had become of her. I'd heard that she'd left work to have a baby. She certainly looked good. She was very tall, leggy with quite broad hips (which I'd ironically always considered 'child-bearing'), short auburn hair and an officious air. She seemed born for management, for telling people what to do, whilst fixing them with a direct look from very pretty hazel eyes. Something else I of course had noticed, in addition to the attributes mentioned, was a very large bust. Julia's chest was an asset of which I always felt she may have been self-conscious, as she often kept it covered with her normal work-apparel...but I was aware of it.

Today, as she strode across the road to greet me, beaming, there was no self-consciousness.

Juia was dressed in pale blue jeans, strappy shoes with a low heel, and a sleeveless, striped blouse, revealing a large amount of pale, freckly skin. Quite beautiful skin, due to her auburn highlights. We stood chatting for some time; the usual smalltalk, pleasant enough, just remarkable for the fact that we never used to communicate much at work apart from work-related things. Nonetheless, I was surprised how chatty she was, and how interested she was in my affairs. At one stage, she stooped to adjust the strap on her shoe [and was that necessary? I later wondered] giving me an expansive view of her cleavage, obviously bra-less. I had glimpsed at least two inches of her breast-creases, almost down to her abdomen, her breasts visibly wobbling as she played with her strap. Suddenly, work and all it's trifling, mundane reality seemed far away. I played with the idea of an afternoon 'sickie'.

"Do you fancy a cup of tea at my place? Maybe I could fix us something to eat."

So were the words that set my pulse racing, and set the afternoon off on a course that suddenly looked extremely appealing.

 

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We had strolled back to Julia's apartment, and I had since notified work that I'd twisted my ankle, so couldn't make it back, so sorry. As I replaced the handset, I looked around the apartment with approval: it was light, airy, and had an excellent view over the nearby suburbs. Julia had appeared smiling in the doorway.

"A cup of tea? Or something cooler? I'm parched. Sooooo dry."

I opted for a long, cool drink, it suddenly seeming so much warmer. The afternoon sun was indeed starting to penetrate the lounge room where we were, the atmosphere quite close.

"Could you draw the curtains? I'm going to get changed. It's too hot!"

Julia breezed off, leaving me to wonder what was in store.

I drew the curtains dutifully and wondered what was going on in Julia's bedroom, not to mention mind. I peered at odd photographs and ornaments, then immersed myself in her CD collection, when she breezed back into the room, carrying drinks.

She'd changed into a small, tight pink singlet, and was obviously still bra-less due to the fact that it's bottom rode up high over her belly, revealing a good inch of the white underside of each big tit. She wore only a tiny-and I mean miniscule-black thong, the string at the rear no thicker than a shoelace, emerging from the crack of her quite majestic backside, which was showcased as Julia had turned to bend and place the drinks down. And apart from the thong? Extremely high black stilettos with a double buckle strap around the ankle.

There was no real reason or opportunity to express my surprise at the somewhat casual appearance of my hostess, as she simply continued to chat, and beckoned me to come, sit down, as she crossed her legs. What amazing thighs! I felt my balls tighten in excitement.

I assumed the casual air as well, and why not? I thought. I sat and smiling, accepted my drink from Julia. We both had iced tea, which, after clinking our glasses together cheerfully, proceeded to drink. It was delicious. It would have been perfect had I not been so aware of the fact that my cock was painfully erect in my tight jeans, and that the amount of cum in my balls probably amounted to a bucketload. And how I longed to empty it down Julia's throat!

 

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"...so much more...are you listening?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, Julia. You were saying...?"

"That my tits are just so much bigger than before I had the baby. Just incredible. You're too polite to comment, I know, but they're so heavy!" Julia held up both tits with her beautifully manicured, and quite large, hands, as if to demonstrate. "You see?" she asked, looking at me earnestly.

"I do, I do indeed. But, well, that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"It IS, but such a surprise. They are so big and fat. My nipples as well! I think they must stick out an inch now, at least, and are the size of saucers. Here, look." Julia then reached over to the far side of the couch and produced two clothes pegs. "Watch this."

Julia then daintily peeled the underside of her top up over her nipples, and they, well, words fail me. Each nipple was at least four inches in diameter, despite being hard as rock. She then squeezed her left nipple, then placed the clothes peg on it, front-on. It strained to open up to the required size, but did, her nipple darkening in colour. Julia appeared nonplussed by this action, just biting her lip a little. She then turned her attention to the right nipple, and applied the other peg.

"You see? They are just massive. I couldn't do that before. Feel the tips, go on." She sat up erect and half turned towards me, her big, drooping tits facing me, each nipple tightly squeezed so enticingly by the pegs.

I obliged her and sat up a bit, mostly to move my cock into a less painful position. I pushed each clothes peg around forty-five degrees away from me to expose the tips of her nipples, fighting the urge to lick them. Each nipple reminded me of a small cock, straining with the pressure applied to them. I lightly fingered the tip of each, expecting Julia to moan, but she simply watched, then looked me in the eye.

"They need to be kept under control, they're so big. So do I. Put this on."

I wondered how it came to be that Julia had all her implements so ready to hand, but was in no mind to ask. She had produced a chain, about the same weight as a wallet chain, with clamps on each end. I wasted no time in clamping each massive nipple, letting the chain hang between.

"Now lead me to the bathroom. I can't do it all myself, you know", she chided.

I stood up and looked down at her, my afternoon prize. She looked up at me benignly. I reached down, firmly held the chain, and pulled her up by the nipples, her top hitched up over. I then started to walk with Julia following obediently, briskly tottering on her high heels. I didn't, of course, lead her to the bathroom, but took my time trying to 'find' it, despite having a good idea where it would be. I imagined how fun it would be to lead her down to the shops like this! Instead, I received my gratification by taking her into the kitchen and past some open windows, in the hope of exposing her to some horny neighbour. My good deed for the day.

Finally, I lead her by her nipples to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath and spread her legs, placing one heel up on the side of the bath. "Look how naughty and unshaved I am!"

 

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Julia then daintily pulled the tiny 'v' of black lycra of her thong to one side, showing the most minuscule amount of pubic hair. She looked at me. "I need a shave." I could only nod my agreement, but was so speechless at such an overt display of the genitalia, so pink and luxurious, of a woman of which I was only a passing acquaintance merely an hour before. "I need to tidy this part up", she asserted, delicately brushing her fine, dark pubic hair, "and then make sure I'm utterly bald down to my anus. But you must secure me to the curtain rail, in case I slip and nick myself, ok?"

I then stood and looked up at the shower curtain rail. It seemed sturdy enough. Had it been reinforced for such a task? Then I noticed another thing, which confirmed my suspicion: a chain, a very similar gauge to the tit-chain that Julia wore, suspended from a steel ring, with a steel clasp on the end. It had been hanging in the folds of the shower curtain.

"Ah ha. I see. Yes, that would be prudent advice."

I then slid the chain around the curtain rail so it was suspended above Julia. I found a spot directly above, equidistant between her nipples. Then, trembling slightly with expectation (and aware that my cock-bulge was face level with Julia, and knowing it was so obvious, so obvious considering no verbal sexual intention had been disclosed, which was a major, major turn-on) I held the chain with one hand while pulling Julia's tit chain up with the other. She maintained her relaxed, casual disposition, her long legs now crossed, watching me with the same polite interest as she would a general manager display flow charts or profit and loss figures.

I firmly manoeuvred her tit-chain, initially convinced that it would not reach the main chain, which stopped at her shoulder level. I had underestimated the strength of the nipple clamps, which held securely. A little moan now escaped Julia's lips as I applied some gentle force, now really pulling the tit chain, and thus her massive tits, towards the clasp. It was almost there. Julia would not assist by moving her seated position on the edge of the bath, and her discomfort was now obvious, as she bit her lip and frowned slightly, similar to the way she would in the past, for example due to some small irregularity at work.

Now the centre of the chain was level with the clasp, and I took my time fiddling with it, getting it open, knowing that each wrench or pull was causing Julia more discomfort, which was apparent by her small grunts and sharp intakes of breath. I was still immensely enjoying having my cock so close to her face as I worked.

Finally I clipped the clasp to the chain: she was secure. What a sight she looked! Her long legs crossed, her shiny, ankle-complimenting shoes (with such beautifully painted deep brown toenails, almost black), her hands steadying herself on the bath edge, her pale broad hips in such contrast to the mini straps of her thong; and her lovely massive tits now suspended vertically by her stretched, dark nipples...what a strained, but oh-so-pretty face!

 

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For some time, there was no sound except our breathing, and the sound of the dripping taps, the movements of the plumbing in the wall. Heaven was in this bathroom, this hazy afternoon.

"Could you pass me the razor, and some cream?" asked Julia, visibly in discomfort.

I obliged, passing over a small ladyshave. Hitching her thong to one side and lifting a stillettoed foot up to the side of the bath, Julia spread her beautiful white thighs, and then proceeded the arduous task of shaving her pussy-what scant hair remained-whilst having her large breasts suspended almost up to her shoulders by the nipples. I realised that it was largely due to the massive size of her meaty nipples that allowed the suspension to be possible, there was simply so much for the tit clamps to grab!

Julia then spent the next ten minutes shaving the minuscule amount of hair above and to the side of her vagina, flicking the razor here, then there very cautiously Slowly she made her way underneath, her discomfort acute, so that the passageway to her anus, when she wiped away the creamy remnants, was gleaming.

"All done. Do you think I've stretched since having a baby?" Julia earnestly enquired. She fixed me with her lovely hazel eyes and stretched her pink pussy lips with her index and middle finger for me to decide.

Finally, I could take no more. Fighting to control my voice from trembling, I urged that some inspection was necessary.

I stood in front of her as she gazed at me, not really registering any surprise, just a curious interest. I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them, then my shorts. My cock was painfully rigid. But still, I assumed something more was needed to make the experience just so much more fun.

'Do you have a hair-band here?"

"Why, yes, of course! Over on the basin."

I then reached over and wound the elastic of the small hair-band twice around my cock, so that it was almost unbearably stiff, the veins protruding like miniature pipework along the sides of my large, prick.

"Well, let's see."