nikred Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 It's the perfume and beads of sweat bitter and salty breath tempering the wild and lonely breeze drinking wine out of a steel tumbler masturbating to the french president's wife listening to her sing about something someone told her my roof has a hole and through it falls in debris mousetraps and old memories, smell of rotten almonds pair of thoughts dancing away reclaiming my desire and the song i made up to sing to no one but the full moon beautiful :sniffle:
EnterTheVoid Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 A woman with a medical condition that makes her have more than 300 orgasms a day says she has finally found happiness — thanks to her "sexually-charged" new boyfriend. British woman Michelle Thompson suffers from Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS), meaning she has an insatiable sexual appetite and can climax at any time without warning. Ms Thompson, 42, told British tabloid the News Of The World that coming to terms with the condition had been tough but she had learned to enjoy it. "I know I'm lucky to have so many orgasms when there are women who have never had one," she said. Ms Thompson said her new boyfriend Andrew Carr was able to cope with her condition, which she credits with destroying previous relationships. The pair have sex at least 10 times every day, she said. :omg: "Andrew has changed my life … I'm no longer looking for a cure for my orgasms — I've found it," she said. Ms Thompson, a mother-of-four, said her longest relationship had lasted five years and ended with her boyfriend leaving an "exhausted … defeated man". ********** Link: http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/971455/orgasm-overload-woman-meets-her-match :yay:
Anonymous Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 It's the perfume and beads of sweat bitter and salty breath tempering the wild and lonely breeze drinking wine out of a steel tumbler masturbating to the french president's wife listening to her sing about something someone told her my roof has a hole and through it falls in debris mousetraps and old memories, smell of rotten almonds pair of thoughts dancing away reclaiming my desire and the song i made up to sing to no one but the full moon :hysterical: :icflove:
flamy Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 :hysterical::hysterical::hysterical::hysterical::hysterical: :hysterical: :icflove: :--D:--D
Sooda Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 It's the perfume and beads of sweat bitter and salty breath tempering the wild and lonely breeze drinking wine out of a steel tumbler masturbating to the french president's wife listening to her sing about something someone told her my roof has a hole and through it falls in debris mousetraps and old memories, smell of rotten almonds pair of thoughts dancing away reclaiming my desire and the song i made up to sing to no one but the full moon wow. deep stuff man. Each para is like a separate poem in itself. geniosity. Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS) ? wow. Truly deep stuff man.
flamy Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 wow. deep stuff man. Each para is like a separate poem in itself. geniosity. Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome (PSAS) ? wow. Truly deep stuff man. :haha::haha::haha::haha: :WTF:
Sooda Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 PSAS is what that woman suffered from! In that article Sree posted It cant be very pleasant. Must get in the way. Can you imagine being in a meeting or something and going all Meg Ryan. ----------- A poem to mull over Read it twice Then read it again BREAD The finest of flouers Elysian, Irrigated by sparkling eyes And made barmy by the dazzle of a smile I long to be devotee to every knead, And long for more to be forged. And what is cast within? Cogitations. They raise and loaf, aimless they spin. As I dream of the perfect white, In a crust, fragrant, silky. Of the way sunlight melts, Upon ethereal beauty. And when reality slices, And this elation it eats. I know that I am A mere crumb at feet. Any preserve of courage does abate, But just the glance is enough to sate, And joy is bred.
Sooda Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 ----------- A poem to mull over Read it twice Then read it again BREAD The finest of flouers Elysian, Irrigated by sparkling eyes And made barmy by the dazzle of a smile I long to be devotee to every knead, And long for more to be forged. And what is cast within? Cogitations. They raise and loaf, aimless they spin. As I dream of the perfect white, In a crust, fragrant, silky. Of the way sunlight melts, Upon ethereal beauty. And when reality slices, And this elation it eats. I know that I am A mere crumb at feet. Any preserve of courage does abate, But just the glance is enough to sate, And joy is bred. That poem is FANTASTIC! Damn! It is innit, Classy extended metaphor. Very deep, works on a few levels. Every line.
flamy Posted November 15, 2009 Posted November 15, 2009 It is innit, Classy extended metaphor. Very deep, works on a few levels. Every line. Yup, poetic conceit. :)
Zelig Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 Every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants him. Presenting to you...Il Principino.
Shane Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 Every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants him. Presenting to you...Il Principino.
Guest Gunner Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 Every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants him. Presenting to you...Il Principino. :haha::haha:
nikred Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 Every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants him. Presenting to you...Il Principino. :hysterical::hysterical::hysterical:
CricketGirl Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 Every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants him. Presenting to you...Il Principino. now thats what i call an obscure intro!! gays want him girls wanna be like him?? j/k :icflove:
Guest Gunner Posted November 16, 2009 Posted November 16, 2009 now thats what i call an obscure intro!! gays want him girls wanna be like him?? j/k :icflove: Oléééééééé. Que Pasa?
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