tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244776962024-03-07T13:27:33.950-05:00Ich will dir mein Herze schenkenAlle meine Träumeqsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-28895253541139511402011-04-21T04:09:00.002-04:002011-04-21T04:39:59.517-04:00Boy Meets Girl...This doesn't have a happy ending, which I didn't see coming, but I also never knew it was beginning either. <div><br /></div><div>Summer 2010</div><div>I was taking my last set of math classes. </div><div>I was really struggling. </div><div>Complex Variables. </div><div>I was drowning, so I called out for help. </div><div>She answered, well she walked up to me and told me she could help me out. </div><div>We exchanged email addresses (I don't even remember getting her phone number.) </div><div>So I started talking to her after class. </div><div>She would stop for a smoke, and I'd sit nearby and talk to her about anything, everything. </div><div>I thought she was a little crazy. </div><div>Smart too. </div><div>Did I mention the curly hair? </div><div>Or the magnificent bosom? </div><div>Yeah, well we'd talk, then start walking downtown, the 10 blocks to her train and to my bus. </div><div>We did this after every class. </div><div>It was the best 20 minutes of my day. </div>qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-2956240227968324622010-12-31T11:18:00.004-05:002010-12-31T11:29:14.685-05:00Wir müssen durch viel Trübsal in das Reich Gottes eingehenWe must pass through great sadness that we God's kingdom may enter (BWV 146)<div>Back to basics. Listening to Simone Dinnerstein host the WKCR FM 89.9 Bachfest right now. </div><div>This is always the happiest and saddest part of the year for me. </div><div>What now? </div>qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-3281974598259893162009-09-07T00:05:00.003-04:002009-09-07T00:15:39.849-04:00Butter(fly) end of SummerI'm going to watch <a href="http://www.metoperafamily.org/metopera/broadcast/template.aspx?id=8586">Madame Butterfly tonight at the Met Opera (in front actually)</a>. <br />It'll be the last event of my summer, even though classes have already started and Autumn is already underway. <a href="http://www.vipnyc.org/2007/10/23/the-butterfly-incident/">I, hilariously, almost got into a fight the last time I tried to watch Madame Butterfly at the Met</a>.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-34755049302779794112009-09-04T01:23:00.005-04:002009-09-04T01:34:54.790-04:00Skool Redux (part 2)I've finally settled on my new schedule and it's going to be Math/Stats all the time. <br />No more German Fairy Tales or Acting class, at least for now. <br />I'll try to fit in a dance class somewhere along the way. <br />Fall for Dance is right around the corner...<br /><br />Upcoming food stuff...<br />I'm thinking the next (Cheesy) potluck will be awesome, the last few themes (Tofu, Queens, Wizard of Oz) have been slightly off. <br />Also looking forward to <a href="http://www.fiaf.org/events/fall2009/2009-09-13-ctl-omnivore.shtml">Omnivore New York</a> and <a href="http://www.lefoodingdamour.com/home.php">Le Fooding</a> (yes, I have tickets for Friday night!)qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-17067002765661089142009-07-02T11:29:00.001-04:002009-07-02T11:33:13.170-04:00Folding HangoverIt's the annual post origami convention letdown. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vipnyc/sets/72157620628305709/">But here are some pictures of the origami exhibit for your viewing pleasure!</a>qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-9801121283264585882009-04-08T06:09:00.001-04:002009-04-08T06:10:56.436-04:00IliumI've been up all night reading about gods and heroes, and now it's time for sleep.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-5765008675668309322009-04-06T21:44:00.002-04:002009-04-06T21:46:53.234-04:00BreakI have the next 13 days off. <br />Besides some origami teaching on Good Friday, the potluck on Holy Saturday, and a wedding the following Saturday, I'm completely free. <br />What should I do?qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-88769561372390583592009-03-26T01:57:00.004-04:002009-03-26T02:04:44.151-04:00Lonely?I just watched this week's episode of Gossip Girl. Nate and Blair have a moment at the end where they both seem overwhelmed by all the changes/unexpected turns in their ridiculous lives. <br />I don't like change and I miss being around people. The only ones I see on a somewhat regular basis are my brother and V, everyone else seems to be drifting away. And there still are no candidates for BNF 2009. I need to fix this.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-9266927085615302722009-03-18T15:34:00.001-04:002009-03-18T15:35:41.748-04:00In the middleI have three midterms the next few days...and I signed up for more Math classes over the summer.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-74897457956521877012009-01-29T03:39:00.001-05:002009-01-29T03:41:30.683-05:00ReadingI <span style="font-weight: bold;">just </span>finished my reading. <br />It's almost 4am. <br />This might be a long couple of months...qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-16031970427609306842009-01-15T01:29:00.003-05:002009-01-15T01:43:47.690-05:00A New HopeI was walking home tonight after dinner with my parents and I felt really lucky to be alive in the here and now. Granted my health has been better, I'm currently unemployed, and LOVE has been a comedy of errors of late (unlike the epic disasters of years past, mind you), but everything else is fantastic especially when you're listening to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magic_Flute">Pamina sing of her love for Tamino</a>.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-21077350103237944542008-11-05T01:53:00.002-05:002008-11-05T01:57:05.357-05:00Hard Road AheadThe election result as momentous as it is, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/05/us/politics/05ahead.html">is just the beginning</a>. <br />I just hope the Dems don't fuck this all up.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-16134134761185939282008-10-10T01:19:00.003-04:002008-10-10T01:21:18.012-04:00Monica(I will pretend that my friends actually read my blog on a regular basis.)<br />Monica! Call me whenever you get out of work.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-87791600913436931472008-09-07T23:57:00.004-04:002008-09-08T00:38:37.631-04:00(pre) Fall For Dance 2008Waited on line to score some <a href="http://www.nycitycenter.org/tickets/productionNew.aspx?performanceNumber=3775">Fall For Dance</a> tickets which went on sale at 11AM this morning. MB met me there around 7:30 and we spent the better part of the morning trading stories and gossip. There was a somewhat crazed, Jewish lady in front of us on the line and she became increasingly agitated by the lack of line progress as the clock crept towards and then past high noon. We finally, finally got the tickets after five hours of waiting and made our way down to <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/cafe-centosette-new-york-2">Cafe Centosette</a> to meet the rest of MB's crew for Sunday brunch. It was a somewhat hectic experience as our waitress seemed to be completely overwhelmed by our mere presence at the tables. But I did enjoy my 2 glasses of OJ and on the way back to the subway, KC and I bumped into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connor_Paolo">Eric van der Woodsen</a> in front of the Strand.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-43907641681266775022008-09-04T20:27:00.002-04:002008-09-04T20:34:08.937-04:00Sweatiest EverI was told by a friend that I was the "sweatiest [dude], ever". <br /><br />This day included the following:<br />the MoMA<br />Ruby Tuesday in Times Square<br />Death Race (2008)<br />Private Dance Party<br />Pancakes<br /><br />I also made a new friend along the way...qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-21477243882892287342008-08-28T02:00:00.003-04:002008-08-28T02:35:15.129-04:00Pulse 87The insomnia is back.<br />I found my old Walkman and turned on the radio. Stumbled upon <a href="http://www.pulse87.com/">WNYZ 87.7</a> while I was resetting the preset stations. It's a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhythmic_Top_40">Rhythmic CHR</a> station which basically means it plays dance club music. So now I can go deaf while I go loopy from lack of sleep. Yay.<br /><br />So tonight's excitement, I met a bunch of dancers on my way home tonight. I was a little drunk as I walked my way back to Union Square after a PG-13 night on the town. I'd passed by several large herds of newbie NYU kids and I assumed the crew on the uptown BMT platform was the same. A W train pulled in and they seemed to be waiting for an N, so I told them to get on. We all boarded together and sat down, but an N train pulled into the express track, so we all changed over and got seats on the express. I was feeling chatty, so I started talking to my neighbor, Lindsey, and eventually was talking to the whole crew (Mandy, Laura, Francesco) about bad choreographers, poor turnout and the upcoming dance/performance season. My own performance on the ride back to Queens was apparently so impressive that the woman sitting across from me started smiling and talking to Laura even though she didn't know any of us. I overheard her say something like, "Only in New York can you have complete strangers blah blah on the train...", but right then the N pulled into my stop. <br />I believe in NY and I believe that NY believes in Sang. :)qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-36235334918082194482008-08-25T22:55:00.004-04:002008-08-25T23:08:34.186-04:00Beijing 2008It's been two weeks of nonstop Olympics viewing in my house. <br />And it was an exhilirating two weeks to be sure. <br />Now I have to go back to my normal life which seems diminished in comparison to the drama and the spectacle of the Olympics. <br />Everything seems a little less. <br />And it is.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-78490673963046725152008-08-15T03:40:00.002-04:002008-08-25T22:55:38.679-04:00BreathSo I have this problem, well, I don't know if it's actually a problem, more like a disconnect between my inner and outer lives. Of course, to even write or complain about this sort of thing is ridiculously self-involved, but the who the hell is reading this blog anyway? There aren't enough pics on this blog to warrant checking back on a regular basis (most of the pretty/party pics are in the NY Miscellany blog). The reason I mention this "problem" at all is that I happened to revisit my old Xanga blog, which was refreshingly frank compared to this one (also a somewhat painful walk down memory lane). I just wrote what I felt, no matter how puerile or paranoid or desperate. Not that I want to feel that way again, those were some shitty, shitty nights when I was writing back then, but it feels more real looking back on it now. And there were some moments of joy and hope. Most of the entries in this blog have been rather bloodless and clinical, not exactly in keeping with the title "Ich will dir mein Herze schenken". So on the eve of another half-birthday, I'll finally get around to what I should have done in the beginning - give you my heart.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-71655855010076462212008-07-25T02:19:00.000-04:002008-07-25T02:19:18.204-04:00Hosting FatigueI'm hosting potluck #50 later tonight. It might actually be #75 or #100. I've lost track over the past five years or so. We also hosted a ton of poker games before and during this recent string of dinner parties. I'd estimate that at least 200 different people have been over for our hospitality since I moved back to Sunnyside. And now I wish someone else (besides Audrey) would host a regular party already!!!qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-11958415339367379912008-07-06T23:59:00.000-04:002008-07-07T00:55:27.984-04:00Best Tennis Match EverIf you watched the Wimbledon Men's championship match between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal earlier today, you know what I'm talking about. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/jul/07/wimbledon.tennis4?gusrc=rss&feed=sport">It's even better than the 1980 Borg / McEnroe final</a> which I remember seeing as a kid (<a href="http://aeltc.wimbledon.org/en_GB/about/history/1980.html">the one with the 18-16 tiebreak</a>). <br /><br />But don't just take my word for it, <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/tennis/7490443.stm">Caroline Cheese (the MBM commentator for the BBC said the following at the end of the match,</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2128</span>: As the darkness fast encloses Centre Court, I can just see two figures dressed in white, carrying vastly different silverware. Rafael Nadal has just ended Roger Federer's Wimbledon reign, and has he also replaced the Swiss master as the world's best player? A question for another day when we've all had a lie-down. <span style="font-weight: bold;">If you missed this final, watch it on iPlayer, get the DVD, whatever. You must see it. It was possibly the best match we will see in our lifetimes.</span> I feel like crying, so I'll stop twittering on and say bye bye from Wimbledon 2008.<br /><br />ESPN Classic will be airing the entire epic match on Monday, 7pm, so go see it!!!qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-85008807011853997072008-07-02T09:18:00.002-04:002008-07-02T09:20:05.333-04:00Origami USA Convention 2008Hey everyone, here are <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/qsoz/sets/72157605939193883/">my pics from the Origami USA Convention 2008</a>.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-68237503858043047752008-06-19T00:31:00.000-04:002008-06-19T00:31:30.932-04:00More Ketchup PleaseSorry about the lack. <br />Lessee, in the past 40 days and 40 nights...<br /><a href="http://www.jackrabbitsports.com/">Bought 2 new pairs of running shoes</a> for <a href="http://www.teamintraining.org/">my marathon training with TNT</a>. <br />Went to my last opera of the 2007-8 season (<a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=940CE1DB1131F930A15751C1A9609C8B63&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=all">was the libretto really that terrible, yes</a>). <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vipnyc/sets/72157605133284989/">Spent a parade-y afternoon with the Norwegians</a>. <br />Saw <a href="http://ironmanmovie.marvel.com/">Robert Downey Jr.</a>, <a href="http://www.kungfupanda.com/">Jack Black</a>, & <a href="http://incrediblehulk.marvel.com/">Ed Norton</a> on the big screen. <br /><a href="http://www.timessquarenyc.org/about_us/events_taste.html">Tasted Times Square</a>. <br /><a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/recap?gameId=280604110">Saw the Yanks beat the Blue Jays</a>. <br />Won some money playing poker. <br />Hosted two potluck dinners (C-food & soccer themes). <br />Went to eight (nine?) other parties celebrating beginnings, anniversaries, and <a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/05/16/tribecas_frankl.php">unhappy</a> <a href="http://nymag.com/restaurants/features/47227/">endings</a>. <br />Continued my fourteen (14!!!) year streak of attending every <a href="http://www.publictheater.org/">Shakespeare in the Park</a> performance (<a href="http://theater2.nytimes.com/2008/06/18/theater/reviews/18hamlet.html">Hamlet, not everybody loved it</a>). <br />And for the past two weeks I've been reveling in the soccer awesomeness that is <a href="http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/">Euro2008</a>. <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netherlands_national_football_team">Hup Holland!</a>qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-84481647048036298292008-05-08T11:34:00.002-04:002008-05-08T11:39:49.038-04:00The Slip: Halo 27<a href="http://theslip.nin.com/">Nine Inch Nails has a new album available for download off their site</a>. <br /><br />I remember the first time I saw Trent Reznor.<br />@ Webster Hall about 15 years ago. <br />I went with Jenny. <br />I was crazy about her. <br />I still have all those bootleg NIN cassettes she gave me.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-7584940143509457292008-04-29T23:29:00.003-04:002008-04-29T23:33:43.214-04:00Ko, finallyI finally ate at <a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/ko/">Momofuku Ko</a> last night and now <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120948049053952941.html">everyone can read about it too</a>.qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24477696.post-37387144141180039742008-03-18T13:06:00.000-04:002008-03-18T13:07:34.987-04:00The Platonic Blow<blockquote><strong>The Platonic Blow</strong><br />W. H. Auden <p>It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air<br />Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;<br />Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there<br />On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.</p> <p>I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined<br />A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged<br />Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,<br />I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.</p> <p>Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.<br />I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.<br />In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak<br />"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."</p> <p>I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy<br />He told me his story. Present address: next door.<br />Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.<br />Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.</p> <p>He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along<br />The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck<br />The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.<br />His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.</p> <p>And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.<br />I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.<br />His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart<br />Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.</p> <p>I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.<br />I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge<br />Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.<br />I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.</p> <p>He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:<br />Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.<br />And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.<br />Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.</p> <p>The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft<br />With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight<br />And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft<br />Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate</p> <p>Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,<br />It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,<br />Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.<br />And then with a violent jerk began to expand.</p> <p>By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick<br />Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.<br />Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,<br />A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.</p> <p>I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.<br />I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.<br />I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.<br />I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.</p> <p>But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced<br />His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed<br />His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist<br />Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.</p> <p>I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown<br />Trunk against white shorts taut around small<br />Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.<br />I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.</p> <p>The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out<br />With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw<br />An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout<br />Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.</p> <p>The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,<br />A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.<br />Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan<br />To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.</p> <p>Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,<br />The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,<br />Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,<br />Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.</p> <p>We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,<br />All fact contact, the attack and the interlock<br />Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch<br />Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.</p> <p>Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine<br />Person between and closed on it tight as I could.<br />The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.<br />Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.</p> <p>I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head<br />And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact<br />Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.<br />Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.</p> <p>Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips<br />Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes<br />Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips<br />And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.</p> <p>I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed<br />The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste<br />Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift<br />On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.</p> <p>Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.<br />Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,<br />But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed<br />Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.</p> <p>"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.<br />Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass<br />To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went<br />The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.</p> <p>Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in<br />Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.<br />It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.<br />His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.</p> <p>His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked<br />His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.<br />Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,<br />Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.</p> <p>I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare<br />From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside<br />Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair<br />To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.</p> <p>I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat<br />Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace<br />Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat<br />Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.</p> <p>Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,<br />With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.<br />He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.<br />"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.</p> <p>Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base<br />Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down<br />In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace<br />Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.</p> <p>Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come<br />As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.<br />I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb<br />And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.</p> <p>I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,<br />And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.<br />His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"<br />As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.</p> <p>Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,<br />Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.<br />The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.<br />He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.</p> <p>Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick<br />Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.<br />His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,<br />His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.</p></blockquote>qsozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01142622496275931806noreply@blogger.com0