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If I could build a time machine I’d start out in the past
And make small changes in my life that hopefully would last.
They say that just a butterfly can change the course of time
And messing with reality would really be a crime.

But nonetheless I’d journey back and change the time we meet
A casual encounter on a busy city street.
I wonder if you’d know me underneath the cloudless sky
We’d be much more than strangers that first time I passed you by.

We’d quickly become lovers and we’d stay together true
I’d fuck you every morning as the sky was turning blue.
I’d love you in the evening and fuck you again at night
And nothing would go wrong with something meant to be so right.

If I had to journey back I’d want to bring you back with me
To love me and to fuck me and to keep me company.
But in the present you’d be waiting; I’d find you anew
And I would spend the rest of my life loving both of you.

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My lips so red and ripe
Urging you to take a bite
and make me squeal with delight.

The warm glow of my skin
Orange from the light of the fire
Wrapped around my desire.

The yellow highlights in my hair
Kissed gently by the sun
Intermingled with the dun.

My eyes so green like jade
Fine and vibrant as you gaze
They flash and blaze.

The tattoo of roses
On my ankle in blue
Whispers loveliness to you.

The blood runs through my veins
Indigo under my skin
I want to let you in.

My scent drives you wild
Like violets in the field
To you I will yield.

I am a rainbow for you to explore.

 

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I’m always leery about packing good toys in luggage if I have to fly. It’s one thing to take a road trip with a suitcase packed with vibrators, lingerie, and floggers, but quite another to take that suitcase to the airport.

It’s a tough decision to put the toys in checked luggage or carry-on. Checked is usually fine for lingerie, blindfolds, floggers, and the like, but I always worry that either TSA is going to go digging through my bag to see what that 5 pound metal object is, or the bag will be opened and my expensive vibrator will “go missing.” The other problem is that many of my toys have rechargeable batteries, which aren’t supposed to be in checked baggage.

Taking a carry-on through security can be interesting, and it really depends on the airport. Going through screening in a big city’s airport, I’ve seen a few raised eyebrows, and I’ve wondered just how big does that oversized silicone dildo look in the suitcase? I’ve always either travel-locked the vibrators or made sure they’re not charged, and I’ve never had an agent pull one out for closer inspection there.

Small airports, on the other hand, can be a bit disastrous. I hadn’t flown out of one in quite a while, but the last time I went to Las Vegas I decided it made more sense to take the jump plane – it’s cheaper than driving, and a lot faster as well. While waiting in line to go through security, I noticed first that they were randomly opening large bags and rifling through them with gloves on. Then I noticed that they were opening every other carry-on bag. Apparently, just running it through the scanner wasn’t enough – maybe because we were going to Vegas? I had a 50/50 chance, and I knew mine was going to be opened. And it was.

The worst part about the agents opening the carry-on bags wasn’t that they were opening them, but that everyone in line could see what was in them. I was hoping my vibrators weren’t going to be waved about for public display, and they weren’t, exactly…but you could certainly see from the line exactly what was going to be buzzing for me later on that day. I didn’t get questioned about any of them, and I would have been fine if I had – I realized a long time ago that if I was going to be too embarrassed to explain what I was taking with me, I probably shouldn’t be taking it. Why yes, officer, that green tentacle really is a sex toy – let me show you how it vibrates and rotates…

Will I be taking toys the next time I fly? Of course. In my carry-on, no matter what happens.

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Twenty-one times I’ve seen your face
Felt its warm and kind embrace
And wanted you for my own.

To stare into your soulful eyes
It doesn’t come as a surprise
My love for you has grown.

Twenty-one times I’ve longed for you
For you to touch me as you do
And take me as your own.

From in my head down through my toes
From in my heart and to my nose
Longing like I’ve never known.

Twenty-one times I’ve felt your touch
My skin on fire, almost too much
The way you make me feel.

From kisses down my neck and throat
To places even more remote
The feeling is surreal.

Twenty-one times I’ve cum for you
While making love I know how to
Take you, make you mine.

The fire that burns within our souls
It doesn’t ebb but crests and rolls
And it’s a powerful sign.

Twenty-one times I’ve cried your name
I’ve heard you often do the same
Our voices joining in the dark.

Where one begins the other ends
It never breaks but sways and bends
And you have left your mark.

Twenty-one times you’ve made me cry
I’ve dreaded that you’ll say goodbye
And leave me sad and lonely.

I won’t go through this life alone
You are the brightest light I’ve known
You are my one and only.

Twenty-one times my love for you
Has known no bounds and yes, it’s true
I love you now and forever.

Our souls are joined within the void,
And love like this can’t be destroyed
Nor will it ever sever.

 

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