theartoftouch

About Me:

Solo si es si (only yes means yes) holds for any person and is rule of law in Spain and for Spanish citizens. I always ask whether I may kiss, lick, etc. It also implies that if two people agree on exclusivity (to avoid STDs and such) and one breaches that agreement that "Solo si es si" as consent was never given. If one wishes to move on fine but do so safely. Apparently following and insisting on safe behaviour in the UK is a punishable offense with UK police. Don't trust anyone. Enjoy your fun.

Hurray. 5 yr anniversary of interrogation at S-police station for writing a blog in which I objected to physical and mental abuse by a serial liar, meaning I never consented. Police man called het solicitor a colleague? And seemed rather personally involved. How so? Never trusted anyone since. Certainly won’t trust any woman or alien on here. Don’t trust men either for other reasons. Better start drinking and expanding my copious beer belly, you know one such that it blocks the view, in celebration. (Oops yet that actor of homeland looks like me so maybe that belly and drinking is just an expression of disgust.)

Poems for a virtual goddess who likely will never exist.

Your taste
You tasted like olives
you are my olive tree
you tasted like liquorice
you are my liquorice root
you tasted like brazil nut
you are my brazil bush
you tasted like scallops
you are my shell fish too,
which master chef could blend your taste?
Thus all above you are none,
you just tasted like Godiva,
uniquely goddess mine.

March


The unbearable softness of your belly

I seek the softness of your womb, my face
and ear warm on top of your lovely stomach,
incredibly soft, I hear and embrace
the sounds your body makes, tick tock, tock tick.

Rush, my, rush, eyes were, grhh, closed, grhh, I smile,
awake, and look across your valley lush
a well of wetness tops your V-shaped bush,
fun, rhythmic tickling, makes your stream a Nile.

Your thunder calms, the rain does cease, we watched
the flows recede, embracing on a bed
of moss, glistening bodies, under a tree.

Silence -if ever time could be dispatched
then all the words that ever have been said
cannot describe the colour of our glee.

March


Full body embrace
There will be a time
when all we can do
is lie still in a
full body embrace.

Too tired to come
too tactile in touch/to rush
listening quiet to
each others’ heartbeats.

There will be a time
when all we can do
is lie still in a
full body embrace.
April


Parting

We have to exit by ourselves, despite
my virtual holding hands, because your pain
remains all yours, because my pain, despite
affections yours, felt mentally, is mine.

We are alone both you and me, even
though, telepathically, beat by beat,
my thoughts, our minds, will hardly skip a day
in which, we pass unnoticed by our dreams.

We lost a friend and lover, each, we took
our sexuality unearthly far
astray on wonderful additive paths
yet we could not keep up our partner ship.

Whatever the outcome battling our pain
our past remains our past, for good or bad
I am afraid our parting, harsh, will be
forever: time, be good, be good to her.
April


Now only in our poems can we love
We met in the maze of web’s labyrinth,
where sex-craved adults roam to find reprieve,
we joined this futile meaningful relieve
with hormones fuelling our minds’ absinthe.

Once hooked, we talked too much about ourselves,
meets became non-verbal dangerous events
sensuous, intimate, explosive ascends
of touching skin, wet lips tightly engulfed.

Instead of extra-marital pure sex
our lust boiled over, passions incinerated
– now only in our poems can we love.

You feared our lives exposed disintegrated,
rejected me, our false mistrust perplexed
– now only in our poems can we love.

May


Parting

We have to exit by ourselves, despite
my virtual holding hands, because your pain
remains all yours, because my pain, despite
affections yours, felt mentally, is mine.

We are alone both you and me, even
though, telepathically, beat by beat,
my thoughts, our minds, will hardly skip a day
in which, we pass unnoticed by our dreams.

We lost a friend and lover, each, we took
our sexuality unearthly far
astray on wonderful additive paths
yet we could not keep up our partner ship.

Whatever the outcome battling our pain
our past remains our past, for good or bad
I am afraid our parting, harsh, will be
forever: time, be good, be good to her.
March/April 2006, 8th

Tall, fit, take life seriously but with laughter, humor and a light touch. It means I will take you seriously, listen, touch, joke and care within the limits provided. Enjoyment we seek. Am a tall fit brown-haired version of DL (actor).

Given our surroundings, propose to meet casually for an activity in a public space that is rewarding whether or not there is a mental or physical chemistry between us. We can take it from there by meeting each other as strangers, accidentally, while talking about what we see during our activity. So prefer to meet in person and see you in 3D,

While living in M, we meet elsewhere. Work brings us to Leeds (a lot) and sometimes London (not during cv19). These cities have plenty of public activities where we can meet and walk around casually as if we are, and we are, just strangers having a conversation.

Not being a fan of 2D conversation, we limit our electronic exchange to a minimum. Again, I prefer to meet in person and see you in 3D. Simply choose the above and enjoy or pass by and reject. Meetings will be civilised and pleasant. In principle no sharing of images.

No texting, unsafe. We understand that such safety matters are important and part of being civilised and respectful.

If you are not from around my neck of the wood, then I generally don't reply. Oh, I like to sing by the way, funny and dirty songs. The latter songs generally being sexist I modify them to apply to the male sex to balance out matters. Join in if you wish and can handle it.

Somewhere being between liberal and socialist, I don't like excessive capitalism (-), hate catholic or ex-catholic people, with their complete lack of morals, confess and you are in the clear again, which you understand when you are clever enough to catch my drift.

Someone normal and with common sense which is, oc, not the norm.

Ideal Partner:

Not interested in a (female) nazi, for obvious reasons.
Not interested in (female) right-wing extremists either, for obvious reasons.
Not interested in a female (or male for that matter) saying: who cares (whatever I do to you), nobody cares, for obvious reasons.
Pretty clear isn't it, except when it is not clear?

In L. Love to visit art gallery around noon

Puskin's poem wraps it up (love therein can also simply be taken as care/commitment, figuratively speaking):

I loved you
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.
(BD's translation I liked best sofar)

Thursdays.

I do no longer write poems given that they have all become deception in the end. Keep the collection. wpb ie where perception becomes.

theangelofdeceit

Other Interests:

Theatre / Ballet

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