passing on a challenge left in my inbox

[Cate]

Oh now I remember
I'm glad you didn't tell me me, you didn't have a license or that whole blindfolded business would have made me nervous.

Now as far as the second part.

HA!
On my knees as if - my dear sir (not lord) you need to learn your position!!!

It wasn't that for both of them
their true lovers were their spouses,
or even that an ocean separated their path
it was that when they did meet they spent the night
arguing who would get tops.

cate ( who would never speak with her mouth full)

[mickey_one]

Oh now I remember
I'm glad you didn't tell me me, you didn't have a license or that whole blindfolded business would have made me nervous.


cate ( who would never speak with her mouth full)

no, the blindfold bit was purely sexual.

I know you wouldn't speak with your mouth full ever, but if I mention manners you will simply disappear back into your marriage with our shared lover here.


love etc.


yours on top

Lord Michael

[Manna]

I think this conversation is in need of fruit.
I have brought cherries and apples.
I also have a pomegranate, but I'm not sure that pom is any good.

[mickey_one]

I think this conversation is in need of fruit.
I have brought cherries and apples.
I also have a pomegranate, but I'm not sure that pom is any good.

I was about to start an eloquent defence of "porn" then I put my glasses on...

[Manna]

I think this conversation is in need of fruit.
I have brought cherries and apples.
I also have a pomegranate, but I'm not sure that pom is any good.

I was about to start an eloquent defence of "porn" then I put my glasses on...

Oh don't let your glasses stop you. Tame those glasses, fill one with sherry, and lets have that eloquent defence.

[mickey_one]

I was about to start an eloquent defence of "porn" then I put my glasses on...

Oh don't let your glasses stop you. Tame those glasses, fill one with sherry, and lets have that eloquent defence.[/quote]

ok, Cherie. we all feel porny at one time or another.

[Cate]

but if I mention manners you will simply disappear back into your marriage with our shared lover here.

Ahh, yes but she has fruit.

I'm not sure that pom is any good.

The only thing to do is to break it open and have a taste.

[mat james]

you guys/gals worry me.

[Cate]

yes, yes I know, but it's very boring waiting for Adrian to post his poem.

[Manna]

And for announcements.
thus is the nature of waiting.

[mat james]

This is not my post, it is Violet's.
(I will delete it when/if Violet posts it on this thread, which would be in the spirit of things as this fool sees it.)

I can’t console the crying bird

she’s lost inside,
knows naught;

her wounded wing,
a song
not yet a song.

though
in your eyes
I felt her
once; she stirred there
all aflutter

love’s loss and promise;
love’s telling of
itself

(its broken wing, broken
of love's
winged dream.)

so sing me
all afltutter

take me
now,
love’s arms

you say you’ll disappoint

but make of you this
truest love
I will; your willingness
itself
shall be my
paint

this fluttering of my heart
a way to breath
and take away your doubt,
your love's unsure
restraint.

for even without words,
it's love that does console
the crying bird


Poem by Violet, January 10, 2009

[Violet]

... I'm sorry Mat... I didn't mean not to be in the spirit of things... I've been feeling a bit removed of late, which isn't very forum like of me... but thank you for posting this here, since after I posted it on its own, I thought I might have been off in doing so...

... sorry Cate... if you took it the same way...

I love you guys,

v i o l e t

[Cate]

Ms. V

A lost bird outside of a thread that had wandered off and petered out, I'm glad Mat brought it in to were it is so welcome.
It also stands well on it's own and deserves to have it's own thread.

X - a big kiss on your cheek.

with love,

Cate

[Violet]

... thank you for the kiss on the cheek and the love, Cate... the crying bird is feeling a mite bit better...

v i o l e t xxx

[Virginia]

Cate, we joined the Mile-High Club when "I took you up in my aeroplane, which I flew without any licence", we joined the Mile-Below Club " when I took you down in my submarine which I flew without any wings", but I am never going to invite you to my car until you stop calling me Hump. Down on your knees, Girl- and call me Lord (and don't speak with your mouth full).

Sir Lord Mickey of One



Entirely your business, Cate - though as this message is posted here, rather than privately I've, obviously, read it.

I find this kind of shit quite reprehensible.