- By Blackcreek
I come from the land of the Kamasutra. I could fuck you in more ways than you can count ----- Papa CG British Indian stand up comedian
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on May 29th, 2005 at 06:49 AM
The blue of the water and the white of the sands are the among the best things on the island.
When I snorkel - it is my own pulsating breath that remind me Im in a new world now. Just a few inches below the water, my eye begins to search - darting between slippery grey rocks and the white of the sands for aquatic life.
I see big bodied beings in brilliant flashes of color. I see motion - now rapid now placid. I see the calm serenity with which the living devours another
on May 17th, 2005 at 06:32 AM
Wandered all over the forests in eastern Oahu.We were searching and removing exotic plants that could potentially overrrun the native vegetation. It was a tidy bunch of eight nature enthusiasts.
There were ridges and gulches. Loved it in the dark mysterious gloom of the forests. Loved it when the group would break out in the open sunlight - on a ridgetop with a thick - REALLY thick like knee deep mat of ferns.Loved it most when crawling through the undergrowth - thickened even more
on May 9th, 2005 at 12:58 PM
Friday night yeah - before I forget
Tossed in assigments and jiggy danced all the way to the bar - with the hottest hunk in my dorm
I could see he was bein checked out by the women as we entered - and of course I was kinda feelin silly
Not for long
Couple pitchers and evreyone was err..
"gay" and happy -an unruly happy crowd of students hurraying over the end of the semester
Somewhere there in between forgotten conversation and
on April 28th, 2005 at 09:11 AM
You stopped and looked back in me
And I stopped as well
made us both come closer
When you cupped my face in your hands
And we both breathed in a single breath
Something in the breeze rustled magically through us
When you burned me with your lips
Somewhere between the heat of ice and the cold of fire
We made you and me become US
My head fell on your shoulders brushing your cheeks
on February 4th, 2005 at 04:27 PM
Damned egoist that I am I never wanted to admit that I did want him to knock on my door. Of course I had wanted conversation. Hours and hours of it.
And so- when he did knock,I was surprised that I felt my hands go a bit damp. And cold. In anticipation.
The rest of me tingled as I opened the door. Of course!
Hi,I think I had said. I forget the rest. But I remember I just kept staring.
Again fat- head that I am, I usually put on this