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thinking of buying some solid marble statues for my garden and just wondered how they deal with the elements? do i need to seal the stone or just leave it? any help appreciated before i fork out!!

See if the seller has a sealant for them - so they can replace them if it does not work. LOL
Seriously, marble is very poruous, especially the grades used for carved statuary. It will stain, and acid in the rain and in bird droppings will erode it over time - so if you do not like the weathered look, you will need a stone sealant approved for use on marble and that may impact the appearance or the color over time.

2008-05-26 12:37:50 by ASHER

Beautiful and realistic Shiva sculpture carved from a block of solid white marble stone. The Shiva statue sits on a Tiger skin rug carved from ...

I remember a white marble stone whale statue that comes to life in the moonlight. Every week the kids got up to some other adventure but it all centred around the kids in the garden. There was another episode when the kids put on a play and made the audience out of hats and coats and they came to life. Maybe I was just suffering from an acid trip or going mad. Please help end this pain!!!!!

the secret garden?

2007-09-13 09:45:18 by wicked.sherby

Price: $149.99 $99.99

21" wide.
Faux sandstone finish.
Cast resin construction.

where can i get marble statue of saibaba in chennai?

Use the magic rhubarb rubber

2007-08-18 00:33:02 by SRINIVASAN S

A young woman
Her hair the rusty color of a penny
Her eyes like shimmering sapphires
Her pouty lips like a swollen blossom
Her deep red fingernails
Her skin fair and specked with freckles
Her legs are long and smooth
Her belly thin but still soft
Her hips and waist are sensuous curves
Her breasts are plump, pale and succulent

A man
His face tanned from the sun
His hands roughened from his work
His chest broad and strong
The ripples in the well carved muscles of his arms and shoulders
His deep set eyes a smoldering gray
Each muscle and tendon flexing and relaxing
The place where his collar bone protrudes
Full of dips and hills
His shorter hair is black as onyx

He caresses her chest
She breathes in the scent of his cologne
His lips gently brush her neck
Her fingers entangle in his hair
He pulls her onto his lap, facing him
She wraps her bare legs around his waist
They spend a few moments running their hands over each other
Feeling and appreciating every hill and valley
She listens to the rhythmic beating of his heart
He hears her shallow, uneven breaths

She hides her face in the contour of his neck
He strokes her hair and brushes a few locks off her shoulder
She pulls back and gazes into his eyes
He rolls her over onto her back and kneels above her
She reaches up to tug at his hips
His hands travel over her exposed body
She wishes they would melt right through her
He presses closer to her body
She feels his skin on the soft inner part of her thighs
Their chests press together and their beating hearts almost touch
Their bodies finally combine as one
He lets out a satisfied sigh
She a muffled moan of pleasure
Their bodies roll against each other like ocean waves
Entertwining and writhing, desperate to get ever closer
The sheets tangle in a mess of twisted knots around their legs
He places his warm hand on the back of her neck
She leans her head back and lets her eyes roll back
He tastes the sweet skin on her exposed throat
Her lips part and she lets out a shuddering gasp

On and on they meld together like marble statues in a garden
Her nails rake down his back
He wraps his strong arms around her fragile shoulders
She pulls him even closer to her
The tension builds almost unbearable intensity
Their ragged breathing reaches its peak
They pull and tug at each other in monumental ecstasy
All tension gone, the intensity ebbs away slowly

Exhausted, they lay panting against each other
She stares up hopefully into his eyes, searching for approval
He lowers his head towards hers
She closes her eyes
And they share a beautiful kiss
Embracing, they drift away into dreamless sleep
wow if yall think that's graphic you should really see what's out there. this is very mild

very graphic, almost too graphic for erotic poetry. Not that I'm a prude. There's art in concealing and "teasing" the reader. This way, the writer brings the reader into the scene more intimately, like chiaroscuro sketches. I suggest you read up on the classic erotica poems.

2009-06-25 17:33:29 by Brittany

I have started with a story. As of now I have done the character sketch of the main characters. Please read and give in your feedback.

Amy:

Amy Newton was born in New York and had stayed with her father in the city forever. Her father, Herbert Newton, a famous businessman was travelling most of the time to different countries because of work. Lucy Newton, her mother had passed away when she was only two. Brought up by nannies and maid’s Amy was closer to them during her initial years of growing up. Yet she respected and loved her father more than anyone in this world. Herbert fulfilled all her desires and wishes... expect one. He was not able to spend “Quality” time with his daughter. Amy had travelled with her father across the world during her summer vacations and had enjoyed those days the most as they brought her closer to her father. She detested when the vacations came to an end.

The Newton’s had a huge mansion in New York. It was an 8 Bedroom, 3 floored house with a swimming pool in the backyard and a garden in the front which was the size of a baseball field. Built by a famous architect from Rome, the house had ethnic and classical touch of the Roman civilization. Paintings from famous artists hung on the carved walls. The Mansion depicted the wealth of Mr. Newton who was a self-made man. Every room had a different theme. There were rare pieces of decorations brought from different parts of the world to enhance the beauty of the mansion. It was the most aesthetic white structure that the city had ever seen. Milky white marble statues found place in the gardens of the house, which were illuminated with bright lights during the night. The place was no less than a fairy tale castle sitting magnificently in the city, praised by all its audience.

Amy was a very beautiful girl. She had the perfect features and perfect body. Long brown hair which were never out of place. It seemed like she never had a bad hair day. Big green eyes which never missed any detail. A smile so warm that it made a dull day bright and shinny. She looked like a ramp model which made boys go all ‘oohh and aahh’ and girls all jealous. A down to earth girl Amy was. Talented and intelligent, she had always been a topper in her school and college. She never mentioned that she was “AMY NEWTON” infront of a crowd, because she wanted to be just Amy. Her father’s name when attached with hers changed things completely. People almost fell to their knees. And she loathed this.

Amy enjoyed being outside her home though. An independent soul, she didn’t like to be dependent on her father. Her father on the other hand did not approve her taking up summer jobs when she was not travelling with him. Peacefully both father and daughter used to discuss this issue.

Now as she was going to be 20, Amy had decided that she will not join her father’s business. Instead she had a different plan sketched up for her life. But Herbert was hell bent for her to join him as soon as possible. She was delaying the option with excuses that made her father angry.

It was her 20th birthday that changed things for Amy.



Mark:

Mark Stevens was a born rebel. His father, Andrew Stevens, was a famous Lawyer of London. His mother, Emily Stevens, was the owner of one of the most expensive boutique in London. Rich and Famous list was not complete if ‘The Stevens’ were not mentioned in it. And Mark never left any opportunity to use his “Status” to get things done. His father did not like it when he misused their family name. A lot of arguments took place between the father and the son on almost daily basis. Emily was the pacemaker. She took time out of her busy schedule to sit with Mark and talk to him. This made Mark closer to his mother. He confided his deepest secrets to her.

In London, the Stevens had a “Palace” in which they lived. It was indeed a palace, which belonged to one of the royalties of the country in the early centuries. Andrew Stevens had bought the property at a very handsome price. Emily had decorated their “Home” in the most beautiful manner. Everything was exquisite, expensive and exotic. A library which was bigger than the town library, an indoor sports area constructed which was well equipped. Both Mark and Andrew enjoyed sports a lot. Andrew was the football team captain when he was in high school. And Mark had led his school team to victory in swimming and basket ball. Their beautiful garden had flowers which were of rare species. The Palace was made of grey brick and stones. A long drive way from the main gate which was huge and made up of wrought iron. Tall and beautiful trees covering the drove way on both sides. A fountain was in the middle of the enormous garden. The palace was included in the most exotic and breath taking palaces of the country.

When Mark was 5, his father wanted him learn how to play tennis but Mark was keener on learning swimming. He felt ‘the water’ belonged to him. Mark had created a big scene
When Mark was 5, his father wanted him learn how to play tennis but Mark was keener on learning swimming. He felt ‘the water’ belonged to him. Mark had created a big scene and finally his father had to agree with Mark and grant him his wish. Usually when there was a conflict between Mark and his father, Mark won. One reason was that Emily supported Mark. She was the only person who understood... or atleast kind of understood her son. “Brat” was what his father called him when he was upset with Mark.

While he was growing up, his father fed into his mind that Mark should become a Lawyer – Just like him – in future. Mark was not fond of this particular career option. He felt he will be overshadowed by his father’s name once he took up law. Though he was a brilliant student and could easily make it big in any of the professions he would have chosen, but being a lawyer was something he had absolutely rejected since childhood.
He did not want to be like his father.
Mark was a handsome boy. He had the looks of a royalty. Bright blue eyes which pierced easily through anybody’s soul, Pearly white skin with a face and body which belonged to only Greek gods. He was every girl’s dream come true. He was in reach of every soul around him, yet so far. He was a kind of person who understood the situation well and manipulated it according to his benefits. His mind worked in a manner which nobody could ever understand. Not a predictable person Mark was but he could easily predict others.

He had already planned his future and was quiet determined on going against his father’s wishes. He knew his mother would support him, like she always had. He also knew that when he would tell his father about his plans, his father would throw a fit around the house which would be extremely difficult to handle. But Mark was ready for all that.

Honestly.. I'm not diggin it. I'm not into the narrartion.. its boring. I would try writing it in a mysterious kind of way. But, kudos for posting your work!

2009-02-22 00:16:19 by Shining Star