Dear Deviant Desires, I am in Tumblove with your blog.
words & music from Diving For Oysters, Diving For Pearls
Posted 1 year ago
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42 Plays
Dear Deviant Desires, I am in Tumblove with your blog.
Posted 1 year ago
1 Notes
212 Plays
Song of the Day
Mostly because I woke up feeling happy and sentimental.
Posted 1 year ago
22 Plays
There should be a prize for smart and sexy. Despite the fact that the “prize” should be me (hey, I didn’t say a great prize) I’m giving it to Pixie Jenna today. I cannot believe it took me so long to find her Tumblog! I am pleading jackassery. Mea culpa. Enjoy your prize :) The rest of you shoo! Go and follow her.
Posted 1 year ago
6 Notes
202 Plays
A recitation for lamoureuse
Posted 1 year ago
1. You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?
2. I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique -
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.
3. All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep.
4. I know you had to lie to me,
I know you had to cheat.
But the Means no longer guarantee
The Virtue in Deceit.
That truth is bent, that beauty spent,
That style is obsolete -
Ever since the Holy Spirit went
A thousand kisses deep.
5. (So what about this Inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching through another night
A thousand kisses deep.)
6. I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed,
I´m back on Boogie Street.
I tried to quit the business -
Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak.
But sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A thousand kisses deep.
7. (And fragrant is the thought of you,
The file on you complete -
Except what we forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep.)
8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it´s done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it´s real
A thousand kisses deep.
9. (I jammed with Diz and Dante -
I did not have their sweep -
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.)
10. And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing “Auld Lang Syne” -
The heart will not retreat.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep -
You ditch it all to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep.
11. And now you are the Angel Death
And now the Paraclete;
And now you are the Savior’s Breath
And now the Belsen heap.
No turning from the threat of love,
No transcendental leap -
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep.
— Leonard Cohen
From Book of Longing
Posted 1 year ago
6 Plays
With tongue firmly implanted in cheek (mmm, sounds fun), I’m dedicating this to a non-girl. For service above and beyond the call of duty, I give you: Willing Submission. Now go follow him or there will be spankings for all.
From Hank Penny: Crazy Rhythm: The Standard Transcriptions by Hank Penny
Posted 1 year ago
13 Plays
For the lovely and lascivious Missbehaven. Whose taste is heavenly ;)
From Rain Dogs by Tom Waits
Posted 1 year ago
7 Plays
For Lynne & hubby and their scorchingly hot blog. Keep em’ coming!
From Music From the Motion Picture “The Craft” by Various Artists
Posted 1 year ago
Eating the peach, I feel like a murderer.
Time and darkness mean nothing to me,
moving forward and back with my white enameled teeth
and bloated tongue sating themselves on moist,
pulpy flesh. When I suck at the pit that resembles
a small mammal’s skull, it erases all memory
of trouble and strife, of loneliness and the blindings
of erotic love, and of the blueprint of a world,
in which man, hater of reason, cannot make
things right again. Eating the peach, I feel the long
wandering, my human hand—once fin and paw—
reaching through and across the allegory of Eden,
mud, boredom and disease, to bees, solitude
and a thousand hairs of grass blowing by chill waters.
— Henri Cole
From Blackbird & Wolf
Posted 1 year ago
12 Plays
For the enchanting misssubmisss who lives frustratingly far away (from me at least). Darling woman, you are the stuff dreams are made of. I hope this makes your morning.