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Archive for May 2006


KNOW, OH PRINCE, THAT BETWEEN THE YEARS WHEN THE OCEANS DRANK ATLANTIS AND THE GLEAMING CITIES, AND THE YEARS OF THE RISE OF THE SONS OF ARYAS, THERE WAS AN AGE UNDREAMED OF, WHEN SHINING KINGDOMS LAY SPREAD ACROSS THE WORLD LIKE BLUE MANTLES BENEATH THE STARS


Hmm… this looks interesting
Gee, I have to do everything round here

A little something I find quite beautiful; but guess it would appeal to someone as daft as me. It is an excerpt from *Song of a Dream* by Sarojini Naidu

Once in the dream of a night I stood

Lone in the light of a magical wood

Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang

And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang

And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed

And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed

In that magical wood in that land of sleep

Best wishes to you all for a wonderful weekend, and to my fellow Brits, have a great Bank Holiday weekend, and to my fellow Jews, Shabbat Shalom.

THE ONE WHEN BOAZ DISCOVERS SOMETHING NEW THAT HE LIKES, REALLY LIKES…. ICE CREAM…. MINE

OH GEE, THE ONE WHERE YOU GET A GLIMPSE OF LITTLE OL’ ME WITH BABY ON MY KNEE

This weekend I am invited to two celebrations at homes with beautiful gardens, the idea being, of course, we shall be partying outdoors. Erm… this is England and since we’ve had hardly any rain this winter and the Water Boards are putting us on alert about water shortages, we will NOT be short of rain this weekend. Typical.

In the meantime, I shall be staying with friends in North London for Shabbat. Whatever your plans, I do wish you all a wonderful weekend and Shabbat Shalom.

A massive thank you to whoever created this brilliant wallpaper… if you pass by here, please introduce yourself.
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Willingly I part my lips to welcome this dark stranger
As I savour its taste, one by one each sense explodes
My tongue tentatively explores this new sensation
Working its way around its hardness
Solid within the depths of my mouth
With every stroke of my tongue
It melts a little and thaws like virgin snow
The satin liquid sliding seductively down my waiting throat
Eagerly my tongue reaches out for more
To nibble, bite and suck this sensual texture of fine silk
My burning desire dissolves its dense firmness
With every greedy lick it softens ’til it becomes no more
My craving sated, an orgasmic orgy of delight
With mixed emotions of satisfaction and sinful guilt
My dirty secret
But I can never resist its charms
It never lets me down
It never fails me
And I can barely wait with avid anticipation for the next time
When all alone I will hide away and slowly stroke another
A new one
In its entirety
Its whole length
Before I carefully expose it
And slide my hand around it
And dreamily close my eyes
And pop it longingly into my waiting mouth

My dear boss, a big man, outwards not upwards, in Goren style, dropped from a great height, a bar of chocolate on my desk. When he said “I owe you one” it wasn’t for something I’d done, it was because he’d eaten all mine. This prose is inspired by the demonstration I gave the guys in the office (no girls) of how Green & Black’s bitter chocolate should be eaten and savoured and not shoved down their enormous greedy throats without even touching the insides of their big fat mouths.

copyright 2006 ann raven

All fled, all done
So lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over
The lamps expire




the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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