Friday, May 20, 2005
Writings
Be it
Want change and wanting will be received
Try to change and trying will be achieved
Be the change and the change will be
Human
I am this body, the physical manifestation of all
I am this form, human am I
The moment will come when all I will once again be but
In this moment, while I follow threw with this decision
I choose to be the physical manifestater of I
I choose to have a human experence
Deeper
Holding me, on the razor edge, the threshold of orgasm; so close to tangibility it sits, like a firm young nipple waiting for virginities inevitable demise. She holds me and she just holds me and she just holds, waiting for my release, for me to waft a feather upon her belly button, for my surrender of the profane and profound, of good and bad, past and future...of death, waiting for the acceptance of her sensual touch, satin upon goose bump skin, moist lips on the side of the neck, gentile nibbling on the ear. But one, am I, of an infinite number she holds in her bosom, inside her - the earth, the sea, the universe, the mother - and all she asks for is more MORE MORE!! All the time with her head thrown back and her arms spread, my divine is patiently screaming DEEPER, DEEPER MY BELOVED GO DEEPER!
-JEM
Want change and wanting will be received
Try to change and trying will be achieved
Be the change and the change will be
Human
I am this body, the physical manifestation of all
I am this form, human am I
The moment will come when all I will once again be but
In this moment, while I follow threw with this decision
I choose to be the physical manifestater of I
I choose to have a human experence
Deeper
Holding me, on the razor edge, the threshold of orgasm; so close to tangibility it sits, like a firm young nipple waiting for virginities inevitable demise. She holds me and she just holds me and she just holds, waiting for my release, for me to waft a feather upon her belly button, for my surrender of the profane and profound, of good and bad, past and future...of death, waiting for the acceptance of her sensual touch, satin upon goose bump skin, moist lips on the side of the neck, gentile nibbling on the ear. But one, am I, of an infinite number she holds in her bosom, inside her - the earth, the sea, the universe, the mother - and all she asks for is more MORE MORE!! All the time with her head thrown back and her arms spread, my divine is patiently screaming DEEPER, DEEPER MY BELOVED GO DEEPER!
-JEM
