My mad monster ache Always floods away the hope, Leaving the raw void.
My nose is empty Dirty Kleenex on the floor Goodbye dear boogers
A haiku about a first-time cuddle buddy that expected something more:
No no no no no, no no no no no no no, OMG Hell No!
U-TURN U-Burn in my heart. You help to me be stronger, When the ride's longer.
What is right or wrong depends on what you want to be the right outcome.
"Are we there yet mom?" "We are not there yet, but we will always be here."
"Why don't you like me?" "Why don't you like you? I can't like you without that."
Have no messages. Been on this site for 1 day. Complain in forum.
Looking at cuddlers Oh, yes, I recognise you Banned user returns
Banned user returns Reported to the admin To be banned again
I got a message. She wants to meet in real life. And then she was banned!
My first encounter, was banned before we could meet. I dodged a bullet?
Dead skin, some loose hair, Meat and bone from the butcher: A new cuddle friend.
Alternatively, One can suffer quietly. Alas, that won’t do.
Ha ha ha ha ha Ho he ho he ho he ho Look at my mustache
Your voice massages Fluid thoughts in my Head holding each cadence still..
When life offers spaces The mind grabs successfully The heart craves new ways to eat and play.
You reach back to me And turned on a faucet Gushing emotions buried deep
Coffee coffee coffee, Everyone shut up. Coffee.
I'm sure I'll feel great, once I can get some cuddles. Right now, not so much.
Addiction is tough. Alas, only one cuddle is never enough.
I throw a thought to open a prayer Only to be hit by stained pebbles .
I hold my hands out For a soft cuddle Then I get crushed in a hard hug!
Five syllables here. Seven more syllables here. And five more go here.
"The CC hope"
strangers just ago we learn each other cuddling identities shine
"Scentual"
gourmand, tempting tease, you inspire Southern me to taste sweeter treats
dark amber's warm musk makes a baritone promise: durability.
present and tender ginger lily compliments wise virility
"Ode to the (Clothed) Waterfall Shower Cuddle"
bathing in embrace laughter comforts, feet get wet, hands reach out for hands
streams must only trace our silhouette, unallowed access between us
each drop setting course to divide our Autumn cling will soon become steam
special sparks, those that ignite with no friction, and burn brighter when wet
candle light gives way, how long do we stay under waterfalls and play?
a house in the rain held up by each hold and squeeze brings its owners joy
"Coming to Rest"
her smile gently leaves, light snores - quiet symphony she sleeps to heart beats
"He"
shield from outside noise protector in between her heart and worried ways
"She"
my delight to dote beauty like art calms my soul gifts from head to toe
curved hills and valleys, gently pressed, rhyme with me, such fine topography....
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Names and Games
real names hid away let's tell how we found our ways into this embrace
precious it remains you, by cozy accident, called yourself by name
calm your frazzled brain known name, sweet frame, heartaches, pains - all are safe with me
perhaps you're immune? no weakness stirs inside you at your name's echo?
then why do stars light your eyes, lips savor a smile, and spirit responds
I do fear hearing my name, irresistably clad in see-through rasp
how about you choose some well-deserved substitute... Lancelot will due!
(Cuz' he'd getaway virtue unswayed, though heard he his melody played)
my name on your lips spoken honey fills my hear with invitation
taking turns saying only the other's name, thus begins our cuddling game
minutes into play, first names now mastered, tickling tools vie and counter
pleasure adds her moans and empowered baritones give violent stabs depth
It seems we've called "truce", warming fires we've subdued fun-fanned embers cool
great jokes reveal truth and our laughter admits hope of finding home here
secretly, your name is my meditation song soundtrack to each squeeze
new admiration for my name, seared and wildly branded into me
our hearts dare us now every time eyes meet to find each convo incomplete lest it bear these names, gifts sweetly exchanged.
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wet leaves and pumpkins dad carved his first at 80 silly dear old man!
Tough act to follow My wit wanes accidental Think I'll sit this out
Bright lights and sound False world here and gone Warm digital touch
His hands to himself. He rarely says anything. Left, right. Keep walking.