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One Aspect Of Our Lovemaking A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 7:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 7:48 pm
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It is funny to remember
One aspect of our lovemaking.
How when I was on top of him
My hair would float over us
How he would stroke it
As I moved up and down.
How he would move it
Out of the way
To kiss me
How sometimes he would
Use the ends to act like
A feather to my nipples.
Which he would then
Kiss and suckle.
Just thinking about this
Is turning me on.
You see how this could
Lead to arousal?
Mmmmhhhmmm.
But truth be told
It does not take much
My mind acts like a lubricant
KY Jelly wishes it had my ability
Or if there were more like me
It would go out of business.
Or have less sales
Only the rear end would need
To use their product.
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Tell Me. A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 7:11 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 12:46 pm
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Oh God!
Why does it hurt so
Thinking of him
With another woman?
Thinking of what
I could be getting.
Why must I torture myself
Thinking of him
With somebody else?
I know how pathetic I sound.
But it's something
the moment
Can't be helped
I want to be hugged
Like a dog's thunder shirt
As I am surely
In distress
And in need of comfort.
Tell me I am not alone.
Tell me these thoughts are natural.
Tell me I will be back
To normal before too long.
Tell me the pain
Will subside
And my tears will dry.
Tell me I will be able
To smile again
And have it reach my eyes.
My soul shining bright through them
My heartache no longer
Making it dim.
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Would I Have Been Content A Poem
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Posted:Jun 30, 2019 12:08 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 5:50 am
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Would I have been content
Kissing and touching you
Having wonderful sex
With your rhythming ways
That made me feel
So many wonderful things?
Mmmmm, thinking about it
Is making me long for it.
It was not too long ago
But soon it will be
So far that I can barely see
It in the rear window.
So while I can recall
It with fondness
Before another man
And his prowess
Comes along
I will reminisce
With just myself
As you found me
To not be enough.
Could I have been content?
With just the physical?
No.
So I should thank you.
You let me go
To find the love
You obviously
Would never have lost.
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Worry A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 11:49 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 3:49 am
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Don't worry
The end is coming.
It is imminent
A word is apt
In it's description.
What is ending?
You might ask.
Something.
You name it.
Nothing lasts forever.
Isn't that what
We are taught?
It is ephemeral.
Individual lives are
On this planet.
But this may be
A small consolation
To those suffering.
The end is not
Near enough.
I worry because
It is my nature.
Gosh darn anxiety
It is in my DNA
Foisted on me
By prior generations.
Don't just take
My word for it.
Ask my Mother
And Grandmother.
Oops too late
They are both
Long since gone.
I would say
Live and let live
If I could get myself
To a place of freedom.
But worry that is constant
Won't have that
As my mantra.
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Prompts A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 10:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 5:55 am
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Prompts
Oh thank you my friend
You do me a service
A real kindness
In making me think.
Oh my goodness
The tangents
The connections.
They can be divergent
Or fluid
What?
They are the same
Once you see they
Have places to go.
They coincide
And coexist.
They are two heads
Of the same coin.
I suppose I should explain
That this is just a trip
Don't deny that you
Have not taken one
Time and time again
I would say you were dead.
For I think therefore I am.
Get me? See me? Feel me?
Those were things we said
When we wanted to be heard
And understood.
Back in the 80s.
When things were what?
You decide.
Back to prompts
Sometimes they are just
To bring one back
To the beginning
And the start.
Lucky for me
I get to go back.
Are things clearer
Or is there more confusion?
What is the matter?
That kindness
That service
Doing a favor
Or becoming a burden?
How mindful can you get?
Time to unload.
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A Further Journey A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2019 12:41 am
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What is real?
Is it the pain?
Or is it just
My imagination
Just something
IN my brain.
Emotions and feelings
Playing their game.
I have this thought
And then it is proven
The opposite.
How could I have
Been so wrong?
I think I thought
My experiences prior
Had to be in charge.
They were the conductors
Of the train
Not letting passengers leave
When disembarking was
What they actually needed.
Goodbye thoughts
You have proved
Yourself unnecessary
In fact you are detrimental
To a further journey.
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His Decision A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 9:11 pm
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His Decision Written in 2016
They talked until nearly midnight.
The night before they were to meet.
They had about twenty four hours
To get ready
For their very first date.
It is a make-up one.
For the first one had to be cancelled.
Something had come up for him.
She was left waiting.
Then he told her what
Had caused his delay.
He had not been completely honest.
He kind of had a girlfriend
One he still had feelings for.
But one he saw no future with.
This other woman needed him.
They had shared some things.
Luckily they had no
For that would have been much
More messy
And harder to extricate.
She thought he was so wonderful
So funny.
So charming.
And the fact that he had never been married
Or had
Made him seem ideal.
As he had no baggage to encumber him.
It was up to him.
How to proceed.
Was he going to stay with someone
Who did not fulfill his needs?
Or start something new with a woman
Who appreciates so much about him.
Who could be the woman of his dreams.
A woman who could love him wildly
And passionately.
Yes, that was it!
The whole quandary.
His whole dilemma.
He could have a wild
Passionate encounter
With this very interesting
And interested woman.
It could lead to quite an adventure
As they shared so much in common
And just enough differences
To avoid ever being boring.
So they shall see
If he will take the leap.
His decision will either
Make them very happy
Or keep them in a holding pattern.
Disrupting their sleep.
Thinking of what could be.
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Returning My Texts A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 8:52 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2019 6:05 am
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Will you be there tomorrow?
Returning my text when
I send one?
I don't expect it to be
instant
But sometime during
The day perhaps.
I so enjoy our conversations!
They are varied
And ever so interesting.
I mean the topics
Run the gamut
From the mundane
To the intimate.
Heaven forbid
They become a pain.
They become a chore.
They become a bore.
I will forgo a few days then
To allow absence
Growing fonder sentiment
To kick in.
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Black Bug On A White Computer Screen A Poem
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Posted:Jun 29, 2019 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:32 pm
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Did you ever have one?
A little black bug on your screen?
Attracted to the light I guess.
I keep having to flick the pest!
He is a persistent little bugger.
I don't necessarily want
To kill or squash him
But flicking his little body
Is getting tiresome.
I might direct him to
Another white light source.
I have plenty of lamps
He can fly around.
Good thing he is
All alone.
A bunch of them
Could really be trouble.
I would wonder what
Was causing them.
One means he snuck
Through something
Or defeated my prior
Bug proofing methods.
Okay he has left
For the time being.
I don't put it past him
To return to the light
After all it is attractive
To his ilk
Like a moth to flame
A little black bug
To a white computer screen.
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Rough Draft Of A Perfect Day A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:57 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:26 am
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I think I am going to remind someone
Of what we pledged to one another
It is not something fantastic
Like a marriage vow
It is just that we promised
To share our version
Of what a perfect was.
Yes, I know such a premise
Of a writing exercise
Could be nearly a novel
If I made chapters
Of the hours.
Actions of the
From the menial tasks
Of feeding and walking
My animals.
The encounters with neighbors
And some animal friends.
The sensual activities that
A perfect would have!
From morning sex
To meeting for lunch
Playing footsie the table
Holding hands above it
When we were able.
A perfect would have
A walk around a pond or lake.
I mean it could include
Swimming if it were in season
But that might have to wait.
I want a perfect to have
Some things accomplished
A few poems written.
A finished.
Ready to be formatted.
Dinner with my handsome man
Something intimate
With soft music in the background.
The same actions as lunch
On and the table.
When we made it to the car
We kissed and kissed
Like teenagers.
Moaning and groaning.
Like we were new lovers.
But we knew in our minds
That our lovemaking was
So effing superb
And orgasmic.
I make a joke about
Not getting arrested
For indecent exposure.
We both laugh
And say in unison.
Let's go home.
Yes, to our bed
In our bedroom
With candles
And we give the morning
Something to envy
But not really
The morning is another kind of feast
Breakfast
Whereas the night
Is the main course.
The acts and it's teasing
Leading up to this
Like appetizers.
This was just to tell my friend
Remind him of our writing pledge.
I have not done it nearly
Enough justice
This is really just the tip
Of the iceberg
Perhaps a rough draft.
I need to work on it.
Isn't that really what
Perfection is made of?
Practice?
If I had this rough draft
Of a it would still be
So much better
Than one without such
Wonderful activities.
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No Longer Loyal A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:33 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 2:43 pm
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A friend is trying to
Talk of something.
Something I want to do
Really badly
But it is not
In my best interest.
It is just texting
The guy who found
Me wanting.
You see he told me
He was going
With someone new
Who might be
Better suited to him
In the long run.
Yeah that stung
But like I said
At least he was honest.
He did not want to end things
With me completely.
He wanted to remain friends.
He mentioned the option
Of having me as a lover.
Which made me shudder.
Ugh. It is just too distasteful
Being second fiddle.
So I did not him today
My friend stopped .
The urge was so strong.
But what would it lead
To anyway?
He told what he thought
I was not worth
A long term thing.
I was just
Someone to fuck.
Well he did say he cared
And some other nice things
About our time together
And what we did
And my pets.
He said he loved them.
Ah that was what was missing
What I really wanted from him.
And so I texted him back.
Funny thing, I was hoping
You would fall in love with me.
But since you didn't and can't
I think I need to for
Someone else who can.
I have had FWB and NSA type things
And they are not fulfilling
To me anymore.
I may be celibate for a while.
I can go a long time without it.
His response was
Totally understand.
That is what I am dealing with.
I could leave the door open
For an occasional romp.
Which would probably be
Quite good.
But not good enough.
I don't think I would have
The same level of enthusiasm.
I mean I was being passed over.
For someone else.
And to be honest with myself
He lost my loyalty to his pleasure.
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Tomatoes A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 10:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 10:28 am
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It is recent
As in last night.
Raw emotions
Thoughts still racing.
What this means
The end to things.
The thought
As I was Wal-Mart.
The tomato plants
And what I was promised.
Oh yes fresh tomatoes
From his garden.
Cherry as well as heirloom.
Now I might have to
Grow my own.
I did last year.
Only one plant.
It was not that productive
But I can say I kept it up
Throughout the summer.
Fresh tomatoes for my salads
And my sandwiches.
I guess it all depends
On my mindset.
Today I am remembering
His garden.
Will tomorrow it be
Something different?
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Will He Miss Our Morning Sex Sessions? A Poem
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Posted:Jun 28, 2019 4:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2019 11:04 pm
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Do you think he will miss
Our morning sex sessions?
Will his next lover
Be as receptive?
I don't want to say
That I am better
But Iknow my attitude
And penchant
Makes morning sex
An almost sure thing
Whereas other women
Might not be as keen.
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