| There were Body-parts everywhere … As far as the eyes could see It was a Bacchanalian feast… And the night's treats were waiting Breasts - scrotums - lips - penises Vaginas - asses - belly buttons Some skinny… some fat Some shaped… others not … All succulent Insertions were everywhere Some fast… some slow Horizontal - vertical - standing Sitting - even upside down Fluids streamed from holes Every hole… There were moans… pants Groaning… even an occasional Scream of bliss from Somewhere in a mound Eyes were ablaze everywhere Some glazed Sweat glistened on the parts Smiles on the faces We were Alive We were connecting We were free… Sometimes I was connected To one… sometimes two Sometimes in chains of Lust… my nerve endings Were shrieking with cries Of sensual satisfaction My mind with abandonment My heart with joy My spirit liberated There were quiet conversations From those laying on the pillows On the floors… on the patio Exhaustion etched into their faces Of contentment and satiation Fluids streamed from holes Every hole… Some found delight by cleaning With hot soap and water Some with their tongues It simply didn't matter These were the Enjoyers… Somehow they had escaped The Inhibitedness of their lives Of their world We were here to help provide Joy to them… be reciprocated There was enough joy for all … Scarcity banished forever |
| We were here for a level of Aliveness not obtainable in Our home… in our lives To bond the togetherness we Cherished… to preserve our Sanity in an otherwise insane World of Mutes and their Irrational fears and phobias Of Body-part touching Soon strength would be Re - mustered… reservoirs Of secretions and energy Replenished… we would Return to the loving The intimacies only Available through Connecting There were Body-parts everywhere … As far as the eyes could see It was a Bacchanalian feast… And the night's treats were waiting My Other and I came every month I could see them across the room The rhythms of life playing their Body… the symphony of the ages I could see my Other smile… See them grimace as the tensions Grew… the arching shortly to Follow… then the sharp release Contentment radiated from their Body… as it did from mine They looked so happy… I was happy for them… I was happy for me… I was happy for us We were lucky… or perhaps Just rational… with time We knew the inevitable Would enfold our isolation We had seen it happen before To others… had felt it Happening to us… |
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| Body-parts by The Gazillion And Perhaps Survival of the Minds… Spirits… Lives |
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| Some have said that these Sensually Uninhibited folks... The Swingers... are shallow… surface only… uninterested or incapable of deep meaningful sustained Relationships. Perhaps these Uninhibiteds just have a different perspective and understanding... and very very different personal priorities, such as the happiness and excitement of their Intimate Friend, and the maintence of their Relationship. |
| We loved our lives together Too much to permit it to occur To consent to the seething Resentment of indentured Sensuality… its waning desire To render our lives apart We acknowledged reality … Instead of denying it We had escaped from the Sensual shackles of TWOsums… Later we would return to our Home… our family… our lives Our love of our togetherness The sights of all the Body-parts Would still be imbedded In our brains… the passion For Aliveness still boiling We would connect with Each other again Sometimes fast Sometimes slow Always thoughtful And always thankful that We had found each other We were the few… We genuinely enjoyed Seeing our Other excited Joyful… exuberated Free… We wanted our lives together Because we desired to… Not because we had to We sometimes wonder why This concept… these feelings Seem so foreign to so many We thought that they had a Commitment to their Other's Joyful life till death did them part Why do so many Un-couple… Who's to say… We wish them all well |
| Excerpted from The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Tales of Insane Relationships in the 3rd Millennium |
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