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    dots Submission Name: GOING HOME.dots

    Author: edcherry
    Elite Ratio:    6.91 - 197/67/22
    Words: 185
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       The sad parting most of us experience sooner or later.

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    dotsGOING HOME.dots

    The birds scattered sparkles from the old birdbath,
    while sunbeams flashed through the leaves of trees
    that shaded a man, in an old deck chair, as he dreamed
    of his fun days of youth, when the sparkles then
    were reflected from buttons, strategically placed to thrill
    yet hide, the secret seductions of dancing girls.
    A flickering smile teased his lips, as breeze-rippled leaves
    cast moving lace patterns on his tired grey face.

    When she bent down, her hair brushed his ears, as gently
    she kissed, first his eyes, then his lips, while the warmth
    and aroma of her bosom, held close to his face,
    aroused his senses. As if in a trance, his arms reached
    toward her, to unite with her beauty and grace.
    "It's time to come home lad," -- she breathed in his ear
    as she entered his arms, when spiritual sensations
    of orgasmic-like pleasure, began without end.

    "Wake up Dad, here's your afternoon tea, don't let it get cold!
    DAD! -- DAD! Oh my gosh! D-a-ad! D-A-A-D!"

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      great write. i tell ya, old men are something else. im a nurse's aide and even when your holdin a little old fella over while you wipe his ass and check his bed sores his hands are wandering to give yours a squeeze. they think theyre sneaky. again great.
    | Posted on 2009-12-08 00:00:00 | by SincerWritinAsh | [ Reply to This ]
      ahhhhhhhhhh, wonderful! The faceless, ever-changing appearance of death... who knows what the person who stares into that shroud sees???

    When I read this, honestly I pictured Anna Nicole Smith (all cleaned up and sweetly sober) sliding in, angelically, whisking him away. Dancing Girl + Old Dying Man = Anna Nicole Smith. What an association, huh?

    It's good to see you posting again! Death is a lap dancer. :) I love it!!! Ok, now do it again!
    | Posted on 2009-10-06 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]

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