Thoughts of him

I cannot move past these thoughts of him

the few and rare moments we’ve had together

his eyes, his lips, his touch

his voice, I love so much

I cannot move on

to the day at hand

the routine, the mundane

I lose touch with common things

as my mind retreats

as I’m lost

in recalling memories

and I smile

at every

thought of him

 

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She Hates Him

She hates him

The way a dog hates table scraps

The way a cat hates belly rubs

She hates him

She hates his every “good morning”, and his every “goodnight”
She hates the way he questions why good morning is two words and goodnight is one word

She hates how he asks about her day, every single day
How he wants to know something, good, exciting, bad or even sad – how he just wants to know

She hates the way he bosses her – telling her to be careful and safe driving home

She hates that he knows her moods without her saying a word (she hates that the most)

She hates him, like she hates to dream and fly

She hate him, but she never wants to say goodbye

Stolen Moments

Your kiss still lingers

as if it were brand new

My lips still tingle

when I think of you

My  body remembers

the feel of you against me

Stolen moments fading

between dreams and reality

Close tight my eyes

time and space erased

Holding my breath

I’m back in your embrace

Wonderful Hurt

She loves him more than she knows she probably should

She couldn’t stop now, and she wouldn’t even if she could

Sure, at times the pain cuts deep and draws blood

A price she willingly pays for this love

When it hurts, it’s in the most wonderful way

Her smile starts small, then consumes her face

She prays she hurts this way for eternity

Sometimes you need the pain to be happy

 

 

A Love Story ~ In The Beginning

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In the beginning

She was apprehensive, almost standoffish.  I guess he didn’t notice or didn’t care.  He had his very own agenda which had not one single thing to do with her.  Their bad attitudes just happened to collide.

In the beginning

She thought him to be ignorant, but not in the way that one is not intelligent, she knew he was intelligent.  In the way that one is new to something.  Which he was.  He was new to this world which she was so completely consumed within.  She was both bothered and endeared with his newness.  The endearment stuck.

In the beginning

She tried every one of her tricks to push him away.  He either didn’t notice or didn’t seem to care.  Her heart skipped a beat each and every time he returned.  He seemed to both notice and care because he never stayed gone for very long. This delighted her very much.  An emotion she wasn’t much accustomed to.

In the beginning

She knew they were in big trouble.

 

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The first time he saw me naked he commented about a tiny freckle on the outside of my knee.

Who notices freckles on knees?

He does, I don’t, or rather didn’t.

I didn’t notice it, had no idea what he was talking about.  He’s crazy.

The other morning as I was applying a generous amount of morning body lotion, I rubbed over a little freckle on the outside of my left knee.  I smiled out loud and said “oh, there you are.”  Don’t worry, the freckle did not reply back, but I am petty sure I heard a gentle “I told you so” whisper in my ear.

He notices freckles, and I remember the moments he does.

 

Freezing Time

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Her hand trembles as she touches him

she’s dreamt of this moment,

again and again

The wait has been long

the dream,

longer still

she wants it to last

but doubts that it will

A shudder rushes through her,

she fears

much too hurried

He holds her gently

whispers

don’t be worried

Time is frozen, when our dreams collide

time is endless

when your body

touches mine

Lock & Key

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Hear my confession, hear my plea

I am weakened with selfish needs

Thoughts of desire, given freely

Shaken to my core, I fall to my knees

And you standing, with lock and key

Both caging AND freeing me

Strength to fly, with wide-spread wings

How can I leave, for you, are the air I breathe

 

Kiss Me Goodnight

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Kiss me goodnight
my sweet

Kiss me goodnight
so I can sleep

Kiss me goodnight
my lover

Snuggle in close
under these covers

Dream with me
until the light of day

Kiss me goodnight

Stay
my lover
stay

Fuck Me Perfect

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He fucks me perfect

fucking perfectly

I know I’m not

but he wills me to be

His words

His hands

in my Pussy

fucking me harder

past my fantasy

His throbbing cock

deep within my throat

fucking me perfect

as I choke

back the past

back the pain

swallow reality

beg him

again

Fuck me perfect

fucking

perfectly

Look For Me

Look for me later
he reminds me
I’m already looking
and always will be

I look for his eyes
on every face
my heart is broken
when others can’t duplicate

I look for him
among the crowds
although my voice is silent
my soul screams his name out loud

I look for him
as I stare off into thin air
I know he is out there
somewhere

Look for me…
I’m looking Baby
I always am
and always
will be

I love the sound of your voice

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I love the sound of your voice

I can taste it on my lips

I love the tingle you give me

and how my heart does flips

I love the way you miss me

when I’m missing you too

and how you call me up

just to tell me, I love you

I love the sound of your voice

brushing along my skin

over every curve and crevice

bringing me to life again

and again

Balancing (herself)

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Is it wrong
she asks
out loud to herself

Of course
she says
to no one else

But it’s right
she whispers
inaudibly

Then she smiles
a smile
no one can see

It’s wrong
while it’s right
it’s a perfect mix

It’s filthy
yet pristine
she loves the thought of it

She’s
the perfect balance
to his perfect beam

Some see a nightmare
she knows
it’s a dream

No Choice

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I did not want to want you,
to love you,
or to,
(especially to)
need you

I did not want to
think about you first thing when I woke,
last thing before I fall asleep
and all the times
in between
not even
when I dream

I did not want to
share my secrets
my inner most thoughts
I didn’t want you to know
well, frankly, a lot

I didn’t want to ache
for your lips
upon mine

I didn’t even want to know
that there would
ever come a time

When my heart would scream so loud
that it would drown out my own voice

I didn’t want to …
but I didn’t have a choice

I will always Love You

You peel away my layers, with gentle ease

Acknowledging, then dismissing, my insecurities

Reciting the truest lies, my heart, has ever known

Unraveling every thread, so carefully sewn

Binding me tightly, with all those loose ends

When my heart stops, you make it, beat again

And I don’t understand, I just can’t comprehend

How love grows, from days beginning, to days end

But, this truth I know, and hold tightly onto

This day, and all days, I will always, Love You

Why Do We Hate? – Guest Post

Black and white,
Why do we fight?
Gay and straight,
Why do we hate?

It’s time to look inside
For we are the all the same
We can still turn the tide
It’s time to stop the blame

If we all stand together
We can end this pain
Let’s make the world better
It’s time to join the peace train

It’s time to abort
This war we wage
Life is far too short
To be so full of rage

We can still make this right
It’s never too late
To stop the fight
Why do we hate

* My son sent me this yesterday, with this note “I was bored, you can use this for your site if you want.”  He started writing recently to clear his head (I have no idea where he gets that from).

Unsaid

Her world opens and closes as she melts into him.

He doesn’t know, or maybe he does,

how much she holds back.

A peck on the lips, a deeper kiss.

She wants to devour him.

She wants him to feel what she does.

She is not even aware of onlookers,

she doesn’t care.

She only cares about feeling him;

physically, mentally, emotionally.

She has this moment only.

She memorizes his breathing,

his finger tips, his eyes,

the taste of his lips.

She is both alive and dead.

All those words she meant to say

remain

unsaid.

I Know The Spot

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Baby, it’s one of those days

I need you, to take me away

A little mind escape

Some skin on skin play

Lets sneak off for a while

Or maybe twenty-four hours

Lets leave right this minute

I know the spot

I want you

In it