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The Muses Call

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Tom dinning

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_DSF6812 by tom DINNING, on Flickr​

The Muses call.
The last of light is craved upon to fall
The shapely, longing limbs stretch to the tall
Smoothed skin as oil upon the water waits
My heart beats, sheds blood and lust: anticipates

I hear her call, her song is as the Loralie
Her vision sees thus far, sees much more than I
Beyond the spreading of her naked limbs
She becons men, and women, where fall begins

There is no pretence, no guilt or play
This is the place where she will lay
Command her wanting lust against the wind
And watch the lonely man fall into sin

The Muse is to dictate, not to be praised
Young men fall short within the loving haze
She is a whore, a tart, a lusting stone
And better men have risked, then left alone

Don’t give the muse a thought, her beauty tempts
None of us will last; remain exempt
She wants nothing from us but the tortured soul
Then disposes of the corpse upon the cold.

_DSF6834 by tom DINNING, on Flickr


Untitled1 by tom DINNING, on Flickr


_DSF6813 by tom DINNING, on Flickr​
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Tom,

Here, there's no use, being obtuse.

There was a sign outside the Scythian Chiefton's post-battle treasure hoard tent.

"No heads, no booty!"

In a Chinese laundry its

"No Ticket, no Laundry"

In the nudes section

"To be in, show skin!"



Asher
 
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Doug Kerr

Well-known member
Hi, Tom,

The Muses call.
The last of light is craved upon to fall
The shapely, longing limbs stretch to the tall
Smoothed skin as oil upon the water waits
My heart beats, sheds blood and lust: anticipates

I hear her call, her song is as the Loralie
Her vision sees thus far, sees much more than I
Beyond the spreading of her naked limbs
She becons men, and women, where fall begins

There is no pretence, no guilt or play
This is the place where she will lay
Command her wanting lust against the wind
And watch the lonely man fall into sin

The Muse is to dictate, not to be praised
Young men fall short within the loving haze
She is a whore, a tart, a lusting stone
And better men have risked, then left alone

Don’t give the muse a thought, her beauty tempts
None of us will last; remain exempt
She wants nothing from us but the tortured soul
Then disposes of the corpse upon the cold.

All wondrous! Thank you so much.

Best regards,

Doug
 

Jerome Marot

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Fantastic set of photographs. I should try to find one of these muses myself.

Also: the sarcasm in the choice of title and forum section is not lost on me.


This is stormy waters for me. I have the keel set deep and the mainsail set high. If I go down with the ship, I'll take your wishes with me.

I sincerely hope the ship will sail to calmer waters.
 

Tom dinning

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Fantastic set of photographs. I should try to find one of these muses myself.

Also: the sarcasm in the choice of title and forum section is not lost on me.




I sincerely hope the ship will sail to calmer waters.

Sarcasm? Moi? Surely not, Jerome. You know me too well. I fear others do as well, Asher is holding his breath, with a digit poised over the red button, not dissimilar to a certain president awaiting the next move from a hostile dictator.
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Excellent pictures but they are not "NSFW" and include no nudes.

You can repost them in an appropriate section as you wish.

Asher
 
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