September 28, 2008

Damnit! Let me just say it again, please!:

Of course, this is redundant. Between the ebb & flow of life,
we try to put into words, what's gathered in the Spring,...

..abundance, of good and bad,
gone to market.

I know I'm losing touch,
but,
let me say it again:

Keep on, dancing...

...keep on.




~x~SinfullyAnon (send me a smile....o9/28/o8.11:21 AM)

September 26, 2008

Why Not Care?




Why not care? Current mood: bullied Category: Life

There may be those who wonder what in the heck is wrong with me.

While I care very much,

I find myself slipping away;
the secrets, the unspeakable,

the anger,
fades...leaving a calm head.


Why should it be anyone's business


if I cry?

Stronger souls than I

have opened that door,

letting the river in...

...so,

Why not care?

~x~SinfullyAnon.o9/26/o8

September 22, 2008

Hey, wait a minute!


"Oh! Fall is here...Fall is coming!...Toot-toot, goes the whistle!"
**
The "Fall" Blog has arrived!
"Click" <<< me~!

September 15, 2008

Unfinished Business:

3:45 AM:

TOD.
That's where it began,
and ended.
Clockwork, catching my tears,
once again.
Of these things, I could write everyday;

and, still the business of life,
would call us forward,

without,
undue, regret.

**
3:45 AM:

TOD (Three Years Later):

A father, struggles with his memories;
moaning, in his bed; mourning,
his life, his love.
A son, gathers his remorse,
with each cry through the walls.
A Mother, stands silently;
cast pewter, shined.
There is everything which breaks the silence
of our lives:

It echoes,
without fading,
in the hallway.

~sinfullyAnon. [September 16, 2008..rest now.]

Everything,...


...softly,

falls,

into place.

**

While,

lying in wait,
the Boatswain had been cresting through;

and, all Our,

so(-),

small,

justifications,

are now calmed water...

...all lowering,

to see

him

Home,

again.



~x~SinfullyAnon.

September 12, 2008

~~GO!~~!!!!!!!!


Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)
Friends and family may be clamoring for attention, but you need to put yourself first for now. It may feel awkward for a time, but if you keep going, you should find that it all works out for the best.

September 6, 2008

Sugasm #145: Sinfully Sugasm, again!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #146? Submit a link to your best post of the weekby emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Being Civil
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”

Clandestine Rendezvous
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”

Hotel Sex
“The excitement is too much for both of us”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Let’s Pretend…
Masturbaticon I
Our Peculiar Erotica
“Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain”
Taking Charge of Your Own Pleasure
Tease and Denial: In Defense of Subtlety
Things that make you go Mmmmmm

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Babygate Continues!
Vibrators of the Future

Sex Work
Pillow Humping Cam Pussy

BDSM & Fetish
Arms to the sky
Beads
brock’s Last Task
My surprise for Daddy
Naughty, Naughty…Nice
The New Pet (fiction)
A proper thank you
The Runaround.
Welcome to Kinky Sex Link

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bare back HNT
HNT - Stripping for the Bath Brush - F/m Spanking Pic
Sasha Grey (NewNudeCity)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
8:55 - On My Way…
Asian massage parlors
Awakening
Brains in her cunt
The “Ex-Pat” Love [2nd. Revision]
Fantasy Friday: Lips Like Sugar
Hausfrau
In the Early Morning Darkness
Not Quite Poetry
On the Back of a Motorcycle
Release
Your first time with me

September 2, 2008

naughty revisited!



~x~SinfullyAnon [smile*]

September 1, 2008

The Naked Truth of Politics:


This week, we've all been learning about Sarah Palin (right?)....

...She's from Alaska. She's a Mommy. She plays Hockey. She was once a Sports Reporter. Her Daughter is 17, and pregnant [whoops! Guess they were right again, when the pundits said, "Juno is Pregnant with Humor!"]....what else...

...oh! She loves drilling. Drill, drill, drill,...She's pro-life (no abortion for her daughter.."you're gettin' hitched!" [it's ok..they're "in love"; Eighteen, sure comes quick!"]....

....You know, she's an all-American-gal! She lost the Miss Alaska Beauty Contest!..."HiMayor, how ya doin"....

...Damn,...I love politics!

So? You can't pronounce her name: Try this:

Just think of this phrase:

"She sure does PALE IN comparison with PARIS!"

~x~SinfullyAnon

August 25, 2008

Okay. I'll vote for New York, already! Yeeesh!

(gotta love Sting too, ya know..."Englishman in New York..")

~(no reading..just red, tonight.)~~


(EDIT:THIS VIDEO REMOVED BECAUSE I SAID SO! :)

~x~so,SinfullyAnon

August 24, 2008

Here we go!


Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)
Life is rather weird right now, so see if you can out-weird it! Your nuttiest ideas might be perfect for keeping things together and it may very well be that you're in the right place to make it all happen!

~x~
Stick around..it only can get better!:)

August 23, 2008

SinfullyAnon's Long Island Music Pick!

The next time you're wondering when the next, great, band, will emerge from Long Island, New York....(W/ a tip of the hat to Maroon5)...

..think of "Stealing Jane."
jus' sayin,' kids..:)





Rock out,..Sinfully.

~x~SinfullyAnon.

August 15, 2008

First "official" POST
Will be Posted,
by Will,
On September 16th, 2007.

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.


First "official" POST
Will be Posted,
by Will,
On September 16th, 2007.

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.


August 10, 2008

The "Ex-Pat" Love [2nd. Revision]

After his arrival, it would take months,
(maybe, years) for him to digest every nuance of her.
There was, in her manner, so much he'd only half-see;
taking her in fully, but, not completely.


His tongue played lightly over her belly;
traversing the smooth island of her abdomen,
and the fine, Andalusian, curves of her buttocks.


The Language of Love doesn't shout,
with frustrated incomprehension, he’d said to her;
whispering in the dark ..


..as, her head tipped back, and she lifted herself;
raising her hips from the bed.

**

[Later,...much, later,

after I'd fully gathered her language,

(her inflections, her Spanish-Spanglish prosody)
a paired intimacy would be realized, incorporated;

yes, the sex, the fucking, the "making love," and, "the humpty-hump," became, all of a piece.


Our own, timeless, motion, ..

a moving forward.]


**

Each night, in his exile,
(counting his blessings, along with the coins in each pocket)
the poet found a new voice, with her~~

in her, New words, emerged, as they did,

from the Old World.

"The body in love", she replied, ~~[in, all coyness]~~

"fills itself with each stolen moment. Time's heartbeat, changes each word, each breath. It's a universal thing, love.

Love is, just that...to me,...


...To me, your cock speaks volumes of Poetic Love.
(Don't laugh, it's true!) Volumes and Volumes.

Don't believe, then. I should spank you, my poet; however, my mouth is ravenous and, at the moment, you're too present;

like, some banner, unfurled, above the town square."


[How he ever escaped his Homeland,
more alive than dead,
would forever be a mystery:


Fate, threw him across the ocean;
while, further back, tanks rolled into his Country
and bulldozers destroyed his home;
his words, clutched in his hands;
a carrying case of papers and phony documents;
the rushed agitation of pulling clothes from hangers and drawers,...

...strewn about the room, on the bed;
chairs, tossed about,
lying like four-footed animals, about the room;
broken dishes, pulled from cabinets, and flung onto the floor;
his sister, in a nightshirt, crying in a half-lit corner of the sitting-room
and bent over, clutching her stomach, with a bloodied hand;
a raised voice, a hand slap, a head turned to pulp;

and, Time flows backward,
with a shot fired, and a leap in the dark...


...His possessions, hastily given flight.

His ankle, twists, and cracks, as he makes contact with the pavement;
and, the sound of his pain, muffled by the sirens,
the sirens...the screams, and gunshot.]


**
He speaks her language now;
his own, seems like dust in his mouth.


[The woman who saved him, appearing on the docks, a vision:

**

Freedom.

With mourning and compassion and light and love, (as, his family, slowly, departs);..

..scattered now, and, aligned with the four points of the compass; destination, unknown. He feels too old, to be so young.]


**

Now, as she takes him, whole,
into her mouth, his head turns toward the window

.. the windowpane.

**

He is engulfed, and smiling.

A soft breeze,

sways the gauze curtain:


First love,...

...a second revision.







~x~SinfullyAnon.
o8/10/o8


August 9, 2008

Numbers...Sequence/poetry [2006]:


[14] Listen, my love, and I'll tell you a story

[13] Which leans on a lamp-post, or basks in Town Square

[12] Never to know pains, or the sorrows, some share.

[11] We'll cast ourselves Character's

[10] In Play's yet to write

[9] No thoughts interrupted

[8] Or, curses, in sight..

[7] As long as you're with me,

[6] To grin at my jokes;

[5] To enter a comment, that's quickly revoked----

[4] I'll tell you a Story,

[3] A story so true,

[2] The only One hearing the Story

[1 ] Is you.

~x~ SinfullyAnon.

August 8, 2008

August 15, 2007

First "official" POST
Will be Posted,
by Will,
On September 16th, 2007.

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.