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MAXINE46
Hometown: NEW YORK
Age: 49
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" IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT "
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May 05, 2008
I awaken at night trembling
savorin g fictitious although explicit
manipula tion of my mind
Propelled by an immense stimulant
trigger ing...
Riveting intoxicating delight
infuriate d by erratic resistance
yet, engrossed by the devilishly
vigoro us, mind-blowing activities
that begins to take place
as I try to suppress this additive demon
that has totally monopolized my all
but...
I like it
it's getting harder to resist
I have no choice
but, to give in
there's no chance of escaping
My pubic region
is beginning to pulsate
to the point of combustion
This thing has completely won me over
I can no longer be responsible
for anything
that is about to take place
I'm feeling something like
voiceless whispers drawing near
Its presence is unbelievable
what ever it is
is now at the core of my being
sucking every ounce of my existence
to satisfy its unknown unidentifiable pleasure
This feeling is...
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" MIDNIGHT IN PARADISE "
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May 05, 2008
The night we metis embedded in my mindyou wereeverything I needed you to beand, moreWhen you...laid me down at your feetAnd...ki ssed me gentlyyour lips so soft and invitingtook me to a whole new levelthan I was used tooWhen you...laid down beside meyou enticed mecaressing me entirelywith your effervescenceI meltedAnd... my heart flutteredas gently asthe wings of a doveI love...the way you touch meexecuting mutual emotionspassiona tely embracinga scent of mystery that glistens in the airdancing in the windWhen you...look at meI tremble insiderealizing that Ihad fallen for you hardso hardtrying totell you how I feelthat what I feel for youis realthe night we metwas like...Midnight In ParadiseCopy right by Maxine P. SoSo
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" INNOCENTLY/GUILTY "
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January 15, 2008
Deception, the cover-up utilized to secure unbridled trust and compassion The mirage is set in place the illusion he sees prey then, he attacks without remorse cause at the time all he can see is himself he
sees no wrong But, deep in the soul the truth is told as it begins to unfold The rage is unleashed screaming out ' I'm innocent ' yet, guilty by all means for I know not, what I've done I'm a timid creature, non-violent yet, relentless, totally insecure with myself The beast is set free he's selfish, unhinged, troubled to the core your neurotic interpretation of affection is now intertwined in an ongoing unsavory battle for justice The annihilation of your melodramatic constant plea of innocence will trail throughout history extending the long arm of justice And, an impromptu message to all who, infiltrate, manipulate And, prey on the minds of our young
COPYRIGHT BY MAXINE P. SOSO
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maxine46's Featured Art
Marital Bondage
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When I was eighteen years old, I met the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was about 6’2, caramel colored skin, in his early twenties and, a body to die for, that man was hot. It was summer so he always wore a short sleeve shirt tight enough to show off his bulging pecks. I used to see him stepping out of his Royal Blue, 66 Buick Skylark around the same time every night. Something about his routine always kept me intrigued thereby, keeping me sitting on the steps of my building every night way after I watched him walk into his building. The first thing he would do when he got out of the car was look at his watch. Then, he would reach for something on the passenger side, which was always a bouquet of pink roses. He would put the flowers in his left hand, open the back door with his right hand and grab his briefcase. After clicking the alarm on his key ring, he would head towards his building, which, of course he had to pass me in order to get there. As he approached my building, he always looked over at me and winked. That was the highlight of my night and I looked forward to it. I was so curious to know who was so lucky to get flowers every night. However, I always got my wink so that took the edge off a little. This went on for about three weeks before I decided I could not take it anymore.
My heart was bursting at the seams wanting to at least hear the voice that belonged to the gorgeous somewhat, mystery man. Finally, I made up my mind that I was going to make the first move. Therefore, the next night, I waited in anticipation for him to finish his routine. I waited for him to walk my way and, as soon as he winked at me I said, “Excuse me!” He responded by saying, how may I help you? I said, “ The next time you throw one of those winks my way, how about throwing a name along with it.” To my surprise, he walked over to the steps and set his briefcase down. He then took one rose from the bouquet, gave it a kiss, extended it to me and said, “ My name is David, what’s yours pretty lady?” At that time, my insides were giggling like a schoolgirl but on the outside, I kept it cool. My name is Jazmine, I responded. He said, Really, that’s my mother’s name. Simultaneously we said please to meet you. David started to sit next to me but he stopped midway to ask me if it was okay. Curious about the roses I said, I don’t mind but what about your flowers?
Copyrigh t 1999 By Maxine P. SoSo
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