Day: January 19, 2018

Reciprocating Dangling Appendages

On By dancingpalmtreesIn MUM C, Reciprocating Dangling Appendages, Uncategorized, When a Male Drops his Drawers, When His Pants Are Down

 

 

When a Male Drops his Drawers

 

Ah Ha! Yes SiStar When Males pants are down because it takes more than an appendage to be a real Man, Dangling Wriggling Worthless Creepy Cylinders of every length and width Cycling from womb to womb seeking caves to deposit seedling Treasures. 

Drifting Stingray pollinators

Dangling Participles in need of a phrase. Sea Snakes shredding skins daily, dipping into Lady ponds Shooting torpedoes into bulls-eye targets.  Snorkeling sea serpents never coming up for air.  Languorous Leaping Lampreys Dipping and Diving into uncharted waters

 

Searching for wanting empty chambers reciprocating Opening internal-combustion engines, firing pistons, pumping, compressing brain cells for greed.  Igniting formerly rusting cob webbed abandoned caves into Turreted Gabled Victorian mansions

 

When Males pants are down wriggles and writhes moans and groans jump about like a tasty worm on the end of a sharp hook.

 

Ready to hook and reel in that unsuspecting woman in with charm, grace and a few slick lines. She letting her guard down chomps on the poisonous bait only to be hooked by the Snake!!

 

 

​WHEN HIS PANTS ARE DOWN

 

 

 

Fountains at Rockefeller Center in NYC
Mermaid Riding a Fish

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Theda The Bohemian Brahman

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Theda The Bohemian Brahman, Uncategorized

 

 

Theda The Bohemian Brahman

 

Theda The Blasphemer

 

Adorned with a garland of scented skulls

Kick up your heels doing the Charleston

Red Lips, Big Saucer Eyes. white Knickers against Bronzed Sepia skin.

 

The Shrine of Broken Wings resides in Zanzibar 

 

Beside each set of wings lie broken dreams

She smells like Angst with just a Touch of Madness 

Engaged in strange Tribal Muttering Customs

She being an Exploded Being 

Blame it on the Bossa Nova 

He was just a DC Slacker who made his fortunes on the backs of many a Lonely Lioness. He from the money tribe pulled up in Rosalie’s Red Roadster.  Gigolo no shame.

Charming Witty Evil Court Jester

His only Desire– That Spicy Honeydew Goodness Betwixt Her Lower Limbs.

At Climax She bit Her Lips so forcibly that Crimson Claret Fountained Her Face.

His constant refrain, “I wanted to go to Rosemary but they took me to a shrew.

After The Apocalypse Bouncing strange Voicing to Zed Beats and Bouncy Zombie Boys.

Ladies Have a care in getting too close a neighborhood lest you risk being impaled upon their prickly porcupine spiky spears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She seeking seed for the future.  He milking her teats for temporary sustenance.   He can only offer transient subsistence.  A Male dispenser of convoluted Fairey knots that has entrapped many a Fine Minx both pliable and stone.  He a Chemist/Alienist of Ye Olde Pheromone Chemistry Shoppe

 

He a Supplier of Bodily Satisfaction for he seeks no soul to reach for he leaves as soon as he is done…….  Leaving her behind in an Archaic Thatched Cottage where no one had thought to change the calendar in 18 years.

 

I Put a Spell on You

 

 

In the End there will be No Flowers or Pinwheels on Her Graves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reoccurrent Songs Jumble Over and Over

Half of My Heart is in Havana 

 

 

Skeleton Dance 

 

 

Bat Dance | Prince 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence | The Daily Post

On By dancingpalmtreesIn The Evergreens, The Evergreens Brooklyn, NY, Uncategorized11 Comments

 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/silence-2/

 

The Evergreens, Brooklyn, NY

The of the silence of the Graveyard.

A place we will all be some day.

The End of the Body we once knew then the beginning of a New Adventure in Paradise.

Reunion with family members.

I Love Cemeteries and Graveyards. One of the few places to Enjoy Silence, Peace and Isolation.

 

The Silence of the Necropolis.