WARNING: Adult and less than happy subject matter. Adult subject matter and that is just the violence and sex. Not in order or organized yes. (And yes some disturb me on how sick humans can be? Tempted to put some at the bottom?)Some was done when I was in a not happy place, exploring some feelings and seeing if I had fallen, but ... Some, was about others I had known, talked to and I hope helped?PRINTED OUT:__________INDEX:Madame Ghotti - IncompleteMarthaMaskMelissaMelodyMikeMinervaMistress (Separate from Mischief)Mistress Mischief (Ana)MonieMoonlight on SnowMorgotiMorning StarMorrigenMother MadeMother Made (other?)Musing GateMuslim Woman (Eyes)My Cell (Cell?)My Denial (Denial)My Little ManMy Little OneMy Little Soldier BoyMy Lover ThorozineMy MuseMy Muse 2ndMy Secret Love(r)My Soldier Boy (Same as My Little Soldier Boy)-------P-Martha Dear Martha, Humpy MumpyWhy you have to dieIrony is all I can say. Tragedy and angerbrother deadguilt or justgrief over whelminganger and pain To lovely to be normal.Used by others to beaccepted or mule.Drugs, alcoholtravel and abortionsbut in the end theirony is, to die.But by boy friendafter giving birthFinally of a childafter giving upso many they say. So is the Ironyand tragedy ofyour life. Angershowen when drunkbut now sober,but to littleto late or justexpressed by Not much to saymental or justhurting unendingbut brought outwhen drunk What can be saidJust good byelittle oneMu Humpy MumpyLoved younot for yourlooks but foryour friendshipI am sorry I wasnot a better friendfor in the endwe failed youus all, by notbeing better. Sorry. Mike Adams2009For Martha Butler, who finally after years of party, drinking, drugs and likely abuse and more, gave up aborting, drinking, abusing drugs and abusive boyfriend, had a kid and ended up killed by her boyfriend with a shot gun? Or so the story goes? Not heard all of the story, and I expect there is alot more to it than just what we all knew or thought we knew, or heard, or rumored or ... Nice gal and ..-------P-MaskA manor womenA lookeyes darkdead creepybut hidingbut whatpain angerlove losttrust abuseda little childlost and abandonedforced to be darkto hate allto force all awayby eyes darkand dead.Mike Adams2006still working on but got to find more fun things to write about.------P-Melissahair of gold, short or held back, eyes brown and lovely like a does, nose, kissable,and lovable, lips, small and smiling, lighting up the room for me to see the rest of her,ah the delight of her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders bared to my sight, to holdher close and let her know, that it is all right to cry, or fear, or feel, but good to let go..you remind me of a cheerleader, full of energy, of smiles and cheer..Mike Adams2004------P-MelodyMelody, how to describe her,but as a song, a song of lovelynotes, a tune most gentleand lovely. A melody thatcarries thru the head, heartand soul until the end of all,for she is Melody and is a song.Mike Adams2005--------P-MikeMan sitting, tensive of thought,head in hand, thinking of the daysgone by, feet hairy and bare,shirt white and strangely clean,pants black, eyes staring into space,or the lady of the camera I loved dearly,but who left to go to the monstershe desired more..Mike Adams199?For Josie-----P-MinervaEyes intense, like light house beaconin the nite. Smile that lights a room,hair that flows down to shoulders bare,hips that speak of many things, butmostly of holding close with dancingcheek to cheek, glasses cute and nerdybut sweet, neck that begs to be kissed,but soft and slow, tasted and savouredfor days and years and more. Untileternity passed into the nextand souls entwined for ever more.Mike Adams2003---------P-MistressOh sweet mistress, live and fair, hair to they ass so tight,to love you is to need you, to need you to want you,to want you is to give you all, my heart, my soul, my being,money and posessions all, for but a nite with you,to kiss with you sweet and slow, long and hard,passions shared as one, to know thy bliss and they kiss,body warm and shared, how can I not want it more and more?Mike AdamsMay 2004--------P-Mistress MischiefIn your eyes, eyes that flashwith smiles and frowns,with morons and with clowns,with lovers and with friends,to light the room or strike it down,her eyes smile, her smile smiles,and death has no place in my heart,for her smile is of light and joy,of love and pleasure shared, not of sex,but of soul, of vision done as one..How can I describe it,the alter of her being,smooth of skin, lithe of body,face to cause me to slaughtereach other for a moment of hertime. How to worship at your alter,or die trying. How can I love you,with pain, and delight,of love and carress,or look and delight,of touch and sight,or soul and more,of kiss and carress,of hair and a mess.Or just you being you..smile for me?Darkness falls, the worldis at an end, for shehas closed the curtains tight,from my heart, and words.ah sweet light, how thoutempts me to look up andenjoy the heat, warmthand pleasure of your rays and times,but darkness comes to quick, andI am cast down back into the pitof my own doubt, and lonely soul.Trapped once again, until you fall,fall into this darkness to light it up,to give it hope, truth, knowledge, and more..But until then, I sleep..Mike Adams2004-------P-MonieHer smile, lights the room. Thy eyes lovely and deep,her nose perky and lovely, her neck exposed to the airand perfumed and tasting like paradise, her shoulder,leading the delights of her breasts, exposed to mine eyes,and delighting to the sight, ah to be lost in them,her smile, to kiss her lips, soft and slow, tonguesprobing and giving promise to other things.To hold her close, to smell her scent, and the bloodpounding from the exposer, to hold her close, and knowher warmth, her hands around me, and mine around here,nothing exists but us two. Together as one. hips movingslow, lips locked.. teasing flesh, tasting each other,inch and inch, delighting in the feel of the skin, astongue glides over skin, soft and smooth..I do love your smile, dear lady, the light in your eyes,eyes that are also sad in some way.. to know you desperation,and to be your inspiration, is all a man can crave, to be loved,to love, to give his soul to her, and she to him, together as one,so that even death is not a parting but temporary..To wonder, who is this women I do see before me, friend, foe,lover, demon, family, loved one for an age, or passing love,only time shall tell.. one chance, is limited, but such is life,but only one chance.. to hold one close, to be partners, to knowher thougths, and she his.. to be bound together, to share thefuture, past and present, passions shared, not only the lovingof the bed, but the loving of sharing each others space, time,future and fate..Please no lower lady dear.. for the lowering of the sunis my soul decending into deaths land of darkness and dispair,the sun lowering below the horizon, and she is gone.. but pleaserise again my dearest sun. For in your light, I grow.. I theseed, you the sun, time the earth.. all is needed for the growingof the idea, the plant, the concept, the love, the desire,to need, to waking moments and dreams shared.. have I help youarise, your heart no longer heavy? helped you.. may I see moreof your beauty? picture, drawings, words, voice and more?Mike Adams2004-----P-Moonlight on snow.One night while walkingin the lighted darknessI noticed the moonshining brightlyfloressing the snowto light my wayThe night was lite up,but in a combo effect,the moonlight full,the snow hard andcrystaline, reflectingall back, the northernlights bouncing aroundand cascading like water,and the clouds floressinglike light bulbs, reflectingthe light of all aroundback in concert of light.The road was dark,bvt the snow wasbright not daylight,but a blue ice grey,not glacier coldbut oddly warm,bound by trees darkand road darkerbut visible in thedarkness from the lightsof heaven bouncingoff the snowlighting my way.My way to peacelove and harmonyBeauty shown indarkness, butremembered.Mike Adams2006-------P-Moonlight on Snow:One night while walkingin the lighted darknessI noticed the moonshining brightlyfluorescing the snowto light my wayThe night was light up,but in a combo effect,the moonlight full,the snow hard andcrystalline, reflectingall back, the northernlights bouncing aroundand cascading like water,and the clouds fluorescinglike light bulbs, reflectingthe light of all aroundback in concert of light.The road was dark,but the snow wasbright not daylight,but a blue ice gray,not glacier coldbut oddly warm,bound by trees darkand road darkerbut visible in thedarkness from the lightsof heaven bouncingoff the snowlighting my way.My way to peacelove and harmonyBeauty shown indarkness, butremembered.Mike Adams2006-------P-Morgoti:A horse alive but dead a rider riding slumpedover, over a plain of skulls and dead strewnaround, or semblance of life is all you see..Rider comes closer and you see the horse isnot living but not dead, but someplace inbetween or parody of life it stands therewith rider, sitting rider with eyes deadand lost, lost to the now, and the past,or even future for each is just living.Living a life that is not living, he knowsthe pain of loss, not only life but of faith,alone he stands, but not alone, for he iscrawliny with life but not life, small andnimble they are, they keep him alive evenwhen he no longer wishes to live.Dead many times, some he remembers some heforgets for the remembering is pain, to forget,the only cure, or solution, as much as he feelsanything any more for his humanity was gonelong ago, how long no one knows for he haslost the wish to keep time, just that this isthe now and he wishes to be dead to it, but cannot die, for they keep him alive if you cancall being more machine than man, living. Notobvious, but they are there.You look in his eyes, and all is dead, butreplaced by nothing for what is a man with outhope, dreams and desires, emotions and the willto live?You look around and all that seems normal is not,you realize with a start the trees, bushes andanimals all are dead, or some pale semblance oflife, for all are imperfect copies made for therider but he no longer cares, it is just there,they just exist and he cares not.No one else is here for all died ages ago, in something the man knows of but not telling but knowingis madness as it is for he was the one who broughtit about, in his pride, ignorance or just plainstupidity he let it go and all died from it, forall was consumed by it what it is is, all you needto see around to know but you can not see for youare not really here? or he is killing you eatingyour soul draining your life but he knows not is notconscious of it, for he no longer wants to know,blocked from his mind and memories is your passing,only that he keeps going not that he wants to keepgoing but he plods one foot in front of the other,or on the horse being he rides to the next victim,for he has died many times to be taken back toliving for they will not let his body die even ifhis soul died an age ago.Mike Adams2005-------P-Morning Star (for Amy Bredan)Dear, you are hot, not just of face and body, but of soul and mind.To know you is to love you, but as a friend, and joy in my darknessLike an imp of paradise, you are there, short and sweet, lipspouted out, and eyes drawing all in, shy but lovely maximum.Hard to explain it all, for when I see you, my mind goes blank.All is lost in the enchantment of seeing you, of knowing youbut more than desire of mind, or body, and soul, but peace.Like times spend in heaven, before I was born, peaceful and lightA fairy of my fantasies, love and joy, and joy of times spendin heaven, before birth, remembered by seeing you again.a fairy of my fantasies, of love, and joy, of times spent inheaven, times long gone but remembered in soul rememberedbut mind blank, for tongue is tied and lungs unable to draw breath,for all is locked in looking and taking in the beauty of your soul..But mostly just happy to have you as a friend, a candle in thedarkness of my life, and to know that candle is a warm and gentlelight, and brings peace, happiness and joy, when thought anddreamed of.. For to much is pain and anger in this worldand to see a gentle flame in the gloom, and joy untold,joy just in the knowing and having as a friend and buddy close.Mike Adams2006For Amy-------P-MorrigenMorrigen, avenge me, she screams,with last breath, save me from thisdemon made flesh. a mortal man,whose hate for me is most foul?What did I do to deserve this I askof him with no reply, for he has none..Save me and mine from the tormenthe brings to us, the lost child, the lost love,the dead who scream in agony.The living lost in death, for not knowing,are they dead, in torment, or what?Morrigen a women tall and dark, hairand visage, like a raven intent on pray,she stalks her prey, those far from innocentstalks, not a innocent one, but pray most foul.Morrigen like a goddess, a women dark of hairand visage. like a raven tall and strong, with eyesthat pierce the darkness.. To bring the unknownguilty to the light of truth, with mind and spirit.Knowledge and cunning, wisdom and persistance,to give the victims peace, their families hope,and those affected a sense of closure.Morrigen we cry to drive the demons away,not ones of spirit and nature biblical, but onesmost foul and mortal.. Mortal ones, who prey andhide, who slither in the darkness, who rise upand slaughter, hurt and maim, driving those whoprotect to madness.. Madness of frustration of egoscrossed and battered minds, so to Morgan we flyto find the guy, or who she is, what they knowand feel, to profile them and draw the shadesfrom the abyss of ignorance, and bring them tothe light, of truth, and justice, most swift.To burn them in holy light. by hells fire and drivethem from our mind and fears, to draw awaythe anger, and pain and agony of their victims,give them peace of knowing they can walkthe streets and by ways, to love again, to touchagain, to feel again, and breath deeply and feelnot danger at every step.And just feel safeMike Adams2005(2006)For a buddy.. Find who he or she is, and bring them to justice, please..Morrigen was three women, ravens.. Chooser of the slain, the worthy..it is okay my dear warrior one of the three, chooser of the slain and warrior of blood. of the Morrrigan..-----P-Mother MadeMother saidI didI standI learnedI took what she saidand now what?Thank you motherI am neuroticmoronicand catatonicHow you programmed meTo stand and pee, but you madea mess of me, neurotic, stuckin rules and obligations thatmake no sense. Open door forwho, she cares not and not worththe time.Mike Adams199?---------P-Mother MadeMother said, I did, I stand,I learned I took what she said,and now what? Thank you motherI am nuerotic moronic and catatonic.How you programmed me To stand and pee,but you made a mess of me, neurotic,stuck in rules and obligations thatmake no sense. Open door for who,she cares not and not worth the time.Mike Adams200?----P-Musing GateA muse in form to my mind,and hormones raging, atthe sight of profiles pic,which is revealing but teasingto the sight and sensesand brings about a joyfulpleasure to my mind and soulat the viewing.. Ah yes,makes me want to suck on something..or exploring with handsand hips other places..To share a movement of hipsshared, and hands touching,and moving.. Kkisses and lipstasting each others flesh, and teasing..tongue teasing nipplies hardand brown, tasting and teasing,holding with lips soft and gentle,in and out.. cloths moves just such,removed fast and furious, or by handsexploring or ripping.. falling to a heapon the floor, bodies soon after..Warmth shared as sweat comesand mingles, smells waffling.. andpassions shared.. ah yes, it is free,now I am the key and where is the gate?ah yes, the gardens gate, behind a forestlight and blonde, with gates partedgentle with hands, and yes the key holeis shown.. and teases, slow or fast?Vibrated or teased by lips and tongue?until after time eternal, we fall, to bedand sleep slow and gentle, caressinggentle and slow, as we drift off to sleep..Mike Adams12/04---------P-Muslim WomenYour eyes liketwin beaconsin the darkness,guiding husbandto home and kidsto prayer, strongand stern, andlovely beyondall hope ofunderstanding..For a Muslim woman.Mike Adams2003-------P-Muslim Women EyesYour eyes like twin beacons in the darkness,guiding husband to home and kids to pray,strong and stern, and lovely beyond all hopeof understanding..For a Muslim LadyMike Adams2003-------P-Cell: (My Cell)Cell dark but warmdoor locked and tightlocked in my roomnot by bars ironbut mental painand fear insecuremy room refugeor prison, self madeor forced by fearand anger of othersI am not sure.but here I sitbefore the lightand portal tothe worldlocked in its grasptight and unableto move or leaveso I am lockedin my cell.No way outor just no stepsto get there.Mike Adams199?--------P-My DenialFirst I deny my lovethen my dreamsthen my hopethen myselfwhat will I have left?Nothing but my denialto keep me warm.Mike Adams1998----P-MY LITTLE MAN:Oh my little man,across the world youare, thou alwaysclose to me my littleman, no matter whereyou go No matter howold you are, or howfar you go you arealways my lovelylittle man. To rememberyou, and the memorieswe have shared thetimes we have had,to see you fresh fromme in that hospital bed,oh what a site you wereso small, hardly bigyou were, but you weremine. The first we tookyou home to meet oneand all, oh how theycooed and cahwed over you,but you were stillmine and I yours,your mother, nothingcan change that neithertime or distance canerase it you my son,my baby, my love,my hopes, my dreamsand joys. To hear youtalk for the first time,to see you crawlfor the first time,to see you walk for thefirst time. To changeyour diapers for the firsttime, god it stank, but I loved you then and nowand I changed them for you.The first time you wentpotty by yourself how Iglowed and gleamed athow proud you were that day.To ride that new trikeor bike and more, opps howyou fell but up you came,oh how my heart soared athow you grew, and now you are far away, but alwaysclose, in my heartand memories, in somescrap books and like as well, fading slowly,but memories fresh to me.Love you son, come backto me one day.Love Mom(Writen for a friend and her nine year old so far away.Mike Adams8 September 1998.Reminds me alot of my little god-daughter Audrianne "Audie" Robyn Omiak, who lives so far away, but is always so close, thinking of her kept me alive many a depressing dreary night. For you Audie. One day I will see you again.-------P-My Little One (1998):My little one,don't cry for Iam there with youif not in body,then in spirit.For you are neverfar from my thoughtsand my being, forwhen I brought youinto the world I knewit was for the longhaul, and I havenever had reasonsto regret that.So please don'tcry, but think of mehere so far away butnever far from you.Mike Adams199?---------(wrote for a former co-worker, to send to her deployed fiancee).P-My Little Soldier Boy: My little soldier boy thou you are faraway, you are always close to me. I dream of you, I think ofyou, day in and day out. I lie awake at night and wonder why Ican not sleep. I just have to feel next to me to know theanswer, for the bed is cold, and has just a reminder of yoursand our scent from the time we were together, it lingers in mymind and makes my heart a flutter to think of you and our lasttime together, in our bed. When I finally sleep, I awake asudden with feelings of panic, then I know why, for you are nothere to protect, cuddle and keep me warm through out the night,to calm me with your sweet breathing as you lay asleeping. Soasleep I return to dream of you, my lips crying paining for yourlips, my lungs gasping for you, my heart beating like giantdrums in motion to remembered love, longing to exploding likeartillery with you. I know you will return, and hold me close,thou just a call away, it seems to like so far, and it is notenough, I need you here beside me against the cold night, givingme love in your special way, holding me close, so close I am youand you are me, joined in blessed harmony. So I wait until theday you return to my waiting arms and beating breasts, so we canbe together flesh to flesh, lips to lips soul to soul, andcelebrate the days and nights into eternity. Return home soonmy little soldier boy, your women is waiting for you! May 1998Mike Adams----P-MY LITTLE SOLDIER BOY:My little soldier boythou you are far away,you are always close to me.I dream of you,I think of you,day in and day out.I like awake at nightand wonder why I cannot sleep.I just have to feelnext to me to knowthe answer, for thebed is cold, and hasjust a reminder ofyours and our scentfrom the time wewere together,it lingers in my mindand makes my heart aflutter to think ofyou and our last timetogether, in our bed.When I finally sleep,I awake a sudden withfeelings of panic,then I know why, foryou are not here toprotect, cuddle andkeep me warm throughout the night, tocalm me with yoursweet breathingas you lay asleeping.So asleep I return todream of you,my lips crying painingfor your lips,my lungs gasping for you,my heart beating likegiant drums in motionto remembered love,longing to explodinglike artillery with you.I know you will return,and hold me close,thou just a call away,it seems to like sofar, and it is not enough,I need you here besideme against the cold night,giving me love in yourspecial way, holding meclose, so close I amyou and you are me,joined in blessedharmony. So I waituntil the day you returnto my waiting arms andbeating breasts, so wecan be together fleshto flesh, lips to lipssoul to soul, andcelebrate the days andnights into eternity.Return home soonmy little soldier boy,your women is waitingfor you!Done by:Mike Adams for ...May 1998-----P-My Lover ThorozineHere I sit, on the bed,small and light I am,for all I do is walk,strut, and shufflefor thorozine is myfriend and I dancewith her all thedays long.Mike Adams2004-------P-My Muse:What is my muse, you drive me from the deeps, and rise meto the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice, you driveme back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why, what didI do to deserve this torment, I who loves you more thananything, who is your lovers and fan beyond all others.Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this, totaste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth,to see the light and more, and then not to rest in its light,but crash down like a whale sounding back into the depths,cold and alone once again..Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I do to join you onceagain, and know your sweet caress? What?I have asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike melike lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill andjoy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of whatwill happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of itnot, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is allI live for, for I have the hope that you will need me onceagain, and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you aremine,and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in the end,and I pray to be your lover more..On to the end of time, and beyond.. For what am I, but yours,and you are mine, my muse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyondany drug of man.I scream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seemneed me not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to thelight high above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim oneyes, but still one.. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting,waiting, with memories of the light and you my muse..Waiting for your call, your touch so sweet like the first lovescareess, for who are you, but my first and now only love, forno women of women can call me like you do, can touch me likeyou do, can reach inside me and draw me out and up like you do..What kiss born of mortal women can spur me on, up and up, intothe heavens high, and make we wish for you my love. No mortalwomen is of such a beauty as you, what powers they have palecompared to you my lady love, my muse so like gossemer, fleetinglike mist in mornings first caress.But leaving a taste for more, please my lady dearest call me,I plead, for without you my dear, I am nothing, but a mortalman, locked in mortal darkness, only with your touch can I extendbeyond the mortal, and onto the immortal, only for your love doI live, I strive, I drive on into the dark once more, with sweetthoughts of you and the hope of you.So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, a deathuntold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just thesight, to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I havenothingbut bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at the loss ofyou.Mike Adams20 April 1998.I can write more, but I have to sleep, for my muse has worn meout...Boy I can be a real moronic sap. Mike Adams 2001Last lines added 2001 or so, not sure, copied from 2nd edition-----P-My Muse (2nd):What is my muse? You drive me from the deeps,and rise me to the heavens and beyond, and then with no notice,you drive me back into the oceans deep and dark, to wonder why?what did I do to deserve this torment? I who loves you morethan anything, who is your lovers and fan beyond all others.Why do you torment me so, what did I do to deserve this, totaste the life beyond the dark and forbidden oceans depth, tosee the light and more, and then not to rest in its light, butcrash down like a whale sounding back into the depths, cold andalone once again. Why are you so cruel my muse, what must I doto join you once again, and know your sweet caress? What? Ihave asked many a time, to have no answer, until you strike melike lighting and up I rise once again, to know the thrill andjoy of rising, rising, higher and higher, with no care of whatwill happen once I have risen high, into the sky, I think of itnot, for to know your scent, your touch, your inspiration is allI live for, for I have the hope that you will need me onceagain, and call on me, even if in a cruel state, I know you aremine, and I am yours forever more, until death takes me in theend, and I pray to be your lover more.. On to the end of time,and beyond.. For what am I, but yours, and you are mine, mymuse, fast and cruel, but joyous beyond any drug of man. Iscream for you, I live for you, I need you, thou you seem needme not, but what hope have I? What hope? I scream to the lighthigh above unseen but remembered, what hope, a dim one yes, butstill one. So I sit hear in the dark, waiting, waiting, withmemories of the light and you my muse. Waiting for your call,your touch so sweet like the first loves caress, for who areyou, but my first and now only love, for no women of women cancall me like you do, can touch me like you do, can reach insideme and draw me out and up like you do.. What kiss born ofmortal women can spur me on, up and up, into the heavens high,and make we wish for you my love. No mortal women is of such abeauty as you, what powers they have pale compared to you mylady love, my muse so like gossamer, fleeting like mist inmornings first caress. But leaving a taste for more, please mylady dearest call me, I plead, for without you my dear, I amnothing, but a mortal man, locked in mortal darkness, only withyour touch can I extend beyond the mortal, and onto theimmortal, only for your love do I live, I strive, I drive oninto the dark once more, with sweet thoughts of you and the hopeof you. So please come back my muse, I need you or I do die, adeath untold, and slow, knowing the joy I once had with just thesight, to taste, the touch, the smell of you, but now I havenothing but bitter memories, of heavens bliss, and shame at theloss of you. Mike Adams1998/2004------P-MY SECRET LOVE:My dearest love, to see your face once againto feel your naked body next to mine, to kiss your luscious lipsto have hands around your so full hips to draw you near and I toyou to feel your breath on my shoulders to feel your warmth nextto mine to have you feel my excitement rise to meet you, toshare a subtle moment once again, to find our passions enflamedonce again, to join as one slowly and gently, to feel my gift toyou, inside you once again, to slowly give it to you and caressand bring you to the heights of passion once again. To know themounds of your breasts and the chocolate tips aroused from mytouch, to enter your lovely forest and pacify the guardian withkisses and teasing from my tongue to give gift to you, slowlyentering the forest cave, and feel the stream of the cave,flowing from my gifts entrance. To join in happy thrusting andmoving of mine and your hips to a joyous rhyme that only two canshare, to meet you thrust with thrust, taste with taste, touchwith touch, to finally feel you grip me with muscles taughtexploding from my loving. To love you in oh so many waysometimes slow, sometime fast and often moving around like acorkscrew matching your hips for every movement, until weexplode together and share the stuff of life together to falltogether in spent passions, but not done yet, for love is morethan animal passions, but of loving touches, caresses, andteasings. Talking and gentle words exchanged until finally wesleep together in a single bed, arm in arm, body joined to body,sweat mingled and kisses covering all we sleep the sleep ofpassions end, but only for a time, for we awake to hear ourbreaths combined, and cuddles given and nuzzles needed. We loveonce more and another and another until we can go no more, andjust lay there in each others arms, exchausted but oh so happyfrom the love we have shared and the dream we have shared andthe hopes we have shared. Your Secret Love for now this is allI can give you, but until we met, think of me laying next to youand tell me more of you and yours so I may know them well, so Imay love you as you desire and give you my all.Love ....Mike Adams199?-------Copyright 1998Michael Adams