poetryrepairs #205 14.10:118
PIA TAAVILA : Driving Down
ANDREA FORBING : Modern Cunnilingus 101
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Every now and then everything seems to stop you pause look around survey and then it's as if you go away all of a sudden vanish into a state of suspension your physical self released your mind   body   soul sways you drift into some safe sprawling space where nothing really  touches you there are no borders no boundaries nothing audible   nothing visible except a strong comforting light sweeping you into its expanding warmth no fear    no anguish as you bathe in this vast radiance this glimpse into oneself this singular moment of infinite grace

poetryrepairs #205 14.10:118

All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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PIA TAAVILA Driving Down
Volkswagen beetle, midnight blue. Stick-shift, diesel, moon roof, turbo-charged. Palmetto string, corkscrew filament, branching off into marshy air. Orange tile roof, third-floor window: lush red hibiscus, steam off the pavement. Sullivan's Island, sprawling beach house. Low-tide clam dig: feet slap wet sand. Lightning bugs chime as evening swells. Stars thick as chiggers in the sky's dark dome.

poetryrepairs #205 14.10:118

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ANDREA FORBING Modern Cunnilingus 101
"This is NOT your father's Oldsmobile!"
I shouted as the unsuspecting head bobbed between my legs
"This is a new generation of Pussy".

Lick it like you're glad to be there! Suck it like you're sure I'll like it. Don't tell me archaic excuses about how you don't go down and I wont tell you why I don't swallow.

poetryrepairs #205 14.10:118

Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition. -- O.E.D.


PIA TAAVILA : Modern Cunnilingus 101
ANDREA FORBING : Modern Cunnilingus 101

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