I have my own announcement....

MDowdey · May 13, 2004

terri said:
Gentlemen, gentlemen: before you get TOO impressed with the King of Smooth, please note I am still fully clothed, still in complete control of my faculties while swirling the wine in my glass and not buying a bit of it..... you DID note my reply to him up there, I hope. :twisted:

still a leg humper, maynot be a successful one, but still a leg humper...

i used to be a leg humper, but no one wants to let me hump anymore.

so now im a retired leg humper.

md

terri · May 13, 2004

so now im a retired leg humper.

I'm not buying it.....like an ex-smoker, the WORST of the humpers is an ex-humper!!!

markc · May 13, 2004

terri said:
still in complete control of my faculties

This is actually a requirement for a true master of the art of smooth. The lovely lady getting naked must not be the result of trickery, persuasion, or physical intervention. It must be because she demanded that it be so.

And then she tears your clothes off.

That's smooth.

Not you, MD. Put your pants back on.

Osmer_Toby · May 13, 2004

thank god for my protoge.

my friend, we are even on the board today :thumbsup:

terri · May 13, 2004

I thought you were the protege, MarkC? Are you speaking from experience here, or have you been reading Men's Health Q&A again?

btw....as long as 2 people are fully in control....who cares what gets ripped or by whom? Smooth is as smooth does, honey! :wink:

Osmer_Toby · May 13, 2004

terri luv, do you really feel like your leg has been humped?

ale:

oh, woe is i. once more am i wounded :cry:

terri · May 13, 2004

terri luv, do you really feel like your leg has been hump

Not a bit, darlin'. That stuff came from your team members, not from me. :wink:

Osmer_Toby · May 13, 2004

phew... didn't want you to catch on quite that soon :twisted:

terri · May 13, 2004

phew... didn't want you to catch on quite that soon

Ah, grasshopper......still my little neophyte, aren't you....? :twisted:

markc · May 13, 2004

terri said:
I thought you were the protege, MarkC? Are you speaking from experience here, or have you been reading Men's Health Q&A again?

Not ripped exactly; more like enthusiastic....

No, I've said too much already.

terri · May 13, 2004

No, I've said too much already.

I beg to differ.

markc · May 13, 2004

As long as poetry has been called...

Do any of you play with those magnetic poetry kits? I like them, because I often find that being restricted often fuels my creativity. The limited word choice can be interesting, as well as having them there in front of your face to choose from.

Here a few of mine.

An old kiss
And a naked eye
I always
remember
why

sail away sister
the magic dies tonight
in the belly of the fire god

her translucent laugh lingers
haunting me
a ghost of the questions
never asked

you me
you me
you we
were

the porcelain angel
cuts her circles
in the broken ice

And a longer one not involving the kit:

The Hand

I wander the mist
of what is between
as I strain to glimpse
that which is unseen

the path before me
is narrow and tight
the air is thick
I carry no light

ghosts hover and dance
deep in that strange mist
shapes that frolic so
and cavort and twist

and a sound I hear
from out of the gloom
voices of laughter
of mirth and my doom

"What, ho!" I let shout
"would you have me for?"
and then ... silence
for they sing no more

no weapon on hand
and no charm nor spell
helpless against them
if they nay meant well

a sheen to my side
brighter than the rest
takes form of a man
in his courtly best

from behind his mask
he spies with one eye
the other is dead
shriveled and dry

he offers his hand
clad crimson and white
and all I can do
is nay run in fright

"A good draw, my friend."
he says with a grin
"With me at your hand,
you are sure to win."

and with that he does step
right off of the path
I follow meekly
for I fear his wrath

as the howls come
followed by their hosts
the knight does reply
with jabs and boasts

his arm sweeps a pass
through the forming hoard
leaving behind naught
but his gleaming sword

then out of the dark
steps the knight's own twin
not trimmed in scarlet
but obsidian

they clash with a roar
with thunder, with steel
neither can gain ground
in this even deal

"Low or high this hand,
I need you in play!"
the red knight did shout
as I saw him sway.

with courage unbidden
I leapt to his side
empty hands at best
bards could sing, "He tried..."

but the ruse paid well
as the twin did shift
he dubbed me a threat
let his swordpoint drift

before I can blink
the dark twin falls dead
the white of his cloth
turning a bright red

the knight points his sword
to a trail yonder
"Now take this way home.
Don't pause to ponder."

only a short jaunt
and now I am free
and see my dear home
standing before me

as I splash my face
beside a cool stream
I begin to doubt
was it naught but dream?

my eyes are drawn down
cards tucked in my belt
the Jack and the Ace
the hand I was dealt