More A Poem
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Posted:Feb 19, 2018 12:43 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2018 1:44 pm
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More in the moment More in the present Letting the experience Be where I am at Kisses being prevalent Being bountiful Can I memorize them As I savor them? I would like this To be the case.
More emotions flooding More endorphin production More blood pumping This is what could happen.
When more than kisses When touches and caresses Are the actions Oh my I want to feel them Ever so deeply Deep down And let them envelope Even smother my senses!
I want to memorize And savor this experience. Will my body and mind Act as one In unison. To give me something To dwell upon When I am once again All alone?
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I Think I Need A Mulligan. A Poem
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Posted:Feb 18, 2018 12:51 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:29 pm
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I wanted to be able To do it over To have a Mulligan So to speak With him.
My heart was moved once Where he is concerned It has muscle memory.
I know most folks Would say adios Would not give him The time of day.
But I know that One reason We are not together Is because of my shortcomings.
So can I change It is what My mind thinks.
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How Sweet Is He? A Poem
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Posted:Feb 17, 2018 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:10 am
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I wrote this poem two years ago.
How Sweet Is He?
How sweet is he That compliments me? He gives me praise He eases my mind, Of the doubts That have waylaid. Making them go Yes, go away. Like a magician Using a wand. His words,' His actions Act similarly.
How sweet is he? Like the most delicious drink. A splendid confection That quenches the thirst And is lip smacking Like my absolute favorite Raspberry flavored Iced tea!
A woman may be known For her sweetness It is rare for a man To be so described And compared.
But him? He is ever so rare! He humbles me. I am in awe! For he has a way Such a flair!
How sweet he is! And he would not care That others may think Him not macho May think him less of a man For his compassion For his ability To understand. And offer his kindness.
For is that not being The strongest of men? Breaking the mold Of what others Have been sold What they have been told Doing things on one's own? Not beholden to norms But doing what Makes him and others Feel ever so good?
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The Best Is Yet To Come A Poem
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Posted:Feb 17, 2018 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:24 am
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I wrote this poem two years ago.
The Best Is Yet To Come
We have been told, By many a person We have been sold On the notion That the best is yet to come. But I have begun To fret and wonder If I am going to be The exception.
Most say with derision Been there Done that Thinking that experience Old hat. And I too chime in With that phrase On occasion.
But what if that was it? What if that was the best? When we were young We had life by the horns. We had less fears We had less qualms.
What happened? We hit some road blocks We encountered obstacles. We got pricked by thorns When we took time To smell the roses.
But there are other flowers! There are wonderful views We can see from our detours. Someone tell me what is so bad About wild flowers? What is so bad about A road with less traffic? It may not be the fastest But the ride might be More pleasant.
The best may be yet to come That may indeed be true for you. But don't let today Be a total bust Your breath is your ticket To a glorious ride. You have a seat On the ferris wheel of life Would that it were named In BOLD LETTERS CARPE DIEM! More would take notice And the best may be yet to come.
But guess what? They do say What comes around Goes around Does it apply In this circumstance? Would that the best Of the past Meets it's it match In a future with Many a great experience.
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Further Along The Path A Poem
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Posted:Feb 17, 2018 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 10:01 pm
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I wanted to be further along That path that self help gurus Often speak of. Instead I am going down A path I would not have chosen It is the path that I Must have sleepwalked onto.
Motions and movement One must just go. And do something. Alas, those who choose To remain motionless Are they winners Or losers If they do no harm Except to themselves?
I ask of no one in particular For I have lost those Who meant the most to me. I have to find others Who are willing And able to offer What I have been missing. Comforting Encouragement And a love that is Unconditional Or as near as that As can be.
Then maybe the road Would be the one I choose. One that gets me To the destination I seek. The one with The pot holes fixed The one that may Not have a rainbow Or pot of gold Or city of Emerald For all those things Are a myth after all. I just want a road That gets me to That point in life That makes me feel Less unfulfilled.
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Will You Want Me. A Poem
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Posted:Feb 17, 2018 2:53 am
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2018 1:00 pm
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Will you want me When I want you? Most would Reply affirmatively. But I want more Than one roll In the hay. I would want you To want me Again and again.
Its always in my mind That I have little To keep a man. Some would say It's not like You can own him. I would respond Not in that sense. It is all about Keeping his interest.
Do I have enough? Can I sell my points My outstanding traits? Is a great big heart Worth anything?
Is my passionate nature An asset I should claim? Is it different than Other women? Perhaps on certain subjects And to a degree?
Will you want me For more than Just sex? That is the What I am Getting at. I hope that Your answer Is in the affirmative.
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Our Words In Sync
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Posted:Feb 16, 2018 6:51 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2018 12:19 pm
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I wrote this poem ago. I posted it way back then.
When our words collide, They might eventually sync. They might feed off each other Develop a rhythm Like a song sung In a Rodgers & Hammerstein Musical. Like the King and I Or the Sound of Music.
My thoughts could flow Right into yours You might begin To finish my sentences Before I even utter them. Would you call that Being in sync? Or would we just Be mirroring How the other thinks?
It would be heady Like the sweetest fragrance, The most delicious flavor As our brains Would be the producers Of copious amounts Of endorphins.
From such a high We would subside But the pleasantness A memory nonetheless. Something we would want To never take back Or forget.
To be in sync again Would be our quest. Getting there A pleasure Reaching it Much more to measure.
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I Feel Hopeless. A Poem
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Posted:Feb 15, 2018 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2018 4:54 pm
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I feel hopeless. I had lost so much Some would question That description When I had little Or nothing To begin with.
I lost time I lost it in The prime Of my life. It is like a blur Perhaps that Is for the best For I am prone To nostalgic sadness.
When others complain About such and such A facet of life I nod my head. In agreement. I don't want to show My ignorance. I don't want to let on How very little I have lived In comparison.
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Not Just My Looks A Poem
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Posted:Feb 14, 2018 9:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2018 5:49 am
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It is true I have luscious breasts. I can agree to that compliment. It is true my eyes are interesting And some have even Called them angelic. I can agree that the color Is on the rare side. The angelic is up for debate.
But there is the end Of my appeal In regards to my appearance As I can tell Or as I see it.
I am sorry to need More notes to be sung Of what I have that You find special. Or even adequate Or not unattractive.
It is a catch 22 That might always rule My self esteem. I might need Those compliments To get me motivated To know that I can Be accepted for myself For my personality And not just my looks.
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I Say, He Is I. A Poem
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Posted:Feb 12, 2018 11:02 pm
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2018 10:33 pm
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I need to thank him. He has warmed my heart He has become An extraordinary Confidante.
His encouragement Has meant so much I am alone In my endeavors But with his feedback It seems less so. Its like he accompanies Me in my efforts.
He is the only one Who seems like a fan Even my family Cares less about My writing.
I say He is I Together we carry on In harmony Of thought.
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The Beginnings Of A Love A Poem
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Posted:Feb 12, 2018 9:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2018 11:28 am
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I wrote this poem 3 years ago for a guy that proved less than worthy of course. But I do like to look back occasionally and see that I did have a romantic outlook and even though the guy was a magnificent liar I did have some reciprocation.
The Beginnings Of A Love
He called me from the airport He said he would be leaving soon I felt such a fluttering And was overcome with feelings I could hardly move.
I had to move though I had to get in to action He was coming here for a visit The most important one. It was our initial meeting. He had some ideas on how I should greet him I know they are erotic But I dared not perform them at first I needed to see if he was the man He portrayed and who I heard on the phone The man I had dreamt of for the past week or so.
I cannot write what happens For it has yet to take place, I will write of it at a later date. He says he would love that. As he says he loves my poetry.
Oh for him to be like his emails Oh for him to be like the man in our conversations Oh for him to be anything close to my imaginings Oh for him to live up to my expectations.
He could very well be the ONE, You know the one most love stories are about The man who is a hero To one very lucky heroine.
So love could be in the air, It could be what I am about to breathe in, I will inhale so very much I might come to the point I might burst.
And then I will have to exhale, As anyone with knowledge of the human body knows But hopefully it is just that, an action, And not an indication That our love is gone.
No our love can be renewed with another breath And another and another Re-energized and reinvigorated, Such a love that is not daunted by exhalation No, a love that just goes stronger.
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To Resurrect Your Love A Poem
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Posted:Feb 12, 2018 12:24 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2018 4:59 pm
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I wrote this poem two years ago.
To Resurrect Your Love
What can I say That has not already been said? I once was your love But now that love is gone Is it dead?
Love that once began So wonderfully bright Like the morning sun Now it's light is dwindling Like the darkest night. Not even a moonbeam In sight.
I don't know the exact moment Love began its descent I must have been occupied With other things. I guess saying sorry now Just won't cut it, eh? Are you saying it might? Should I take your silence As an opening to state my case?
Words and actions Could I touch you With my hands? To emphasize my affection. Could I kiss you Soft little kisses Almost nibbling To show that I want One more bite One last shot at you Who once was the apple Of my eye And vice versa?
When little gestures Do not have their desired affect Should I act with more urgency To show I have become Desperate?
What is the test? What is the measurement That I have to pass That I have to exceed For your love to reappear? What source of fuel Must I use for love To be rekindled?
Is it best to let things go Go the way Of many a lost day Days we once spent together Now they will be Just tombstones In love's graveyard. Markers of the past. Not to be resurrected.
I want a museum! Not a graveyard or mausoleum. I want a place that Adds exhibits! Not one that has stone etchings. I want pictures I want paintings I want them to be vivid depictions. Of a love that is on going That continues That is living!
Have I made a dent? Have my words and deeds Been received Their intent achieved? Can our love once again Be splendid? Let it so be Let it so be.
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He Wants To Get Inside Me A Poem
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Posted:Feb 10, 2018 4:15 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2018 6:31 pm
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He says he wants to Get inside me. He wants to put his cock In my pussy. I know that sounds So descriptive And a little nasty. I would say that Is the point Of the conversation.
He has said a lot more. It has been an ongoing Conversation over a year's time So you see it is not The only topic We have discusses But it is the one That we inevitably Come back to Time and time again.
So being inside me Inside my orifices Now doesn't that sound So very intimate? I know that kind Of sharing my body Sharing my person Is not to be taken lightly I have been in That scenario And while it feels good If the guy is a selfish prick And does not give Of himself Does not offer Affection afterward. He might as well Fuck himself With his hand. For the end result His getting off Is the same.
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