Ripeness......

sticks of white with stretched flesh
hollows for eyes
minus any semblance of a woman
you are a mere twig
you walk the runway
teetering on tiptoes
growing faint from lack of energy
absent sustenance
you are a walking zombie

my flesh invites
my curves comfort
my ample bosom is eager for suckling
I am solid oak
mirrored with weeping willow
I bend with his body
my flesh wraps around his
embracing it like quicksand
minus the suffocation

I am the fruit that makes his mouth water
I am ripe
I am ready to be plucked

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Sunday....

I decided to shave myself the other day in the shower
every so often I get the urge
I soon realize why....because afterwards all sensation is heightened
Even wearing my underwear and jeans can cause arousal
which brings all my thoughts to you
and my increasing libido
all this business between my legs

I always think I can control it
and for the most part I do
but I realize I lack some discipline
or maybe I do what I do for justified reasons?
Don't we all have reasons for choosing to do all we do?

Today the holiest of days...I find myself lying on my sofa
covered with an afghan.....thinking anything but holy thoughts...
I pretend the back sofa cushions are you
and then I become fully aware of my clit
pulsating and tingling
and my fingers naturally find their way down inside my pajama bottoms

I don't wear underwear with my pajamas
my mom always said your body needs to "breathe" at nighttime
so this makes access to anything and everything so much easier

So here I am on Sunday morning....my only child in his bedroom playing
and my thoughts are only on getting off
and wishing it were your fingers
or lips
or tongue
or dick
doing all the motions instead of my own fingers
or hand
or arm
or right now whatever I can cram between my legs

My body becomes almost like an animal
and yet part of my human conscience remains and I feel slight guilt
mainly for not being able to control myself any better than I am
or for finally giving in to all my pent up needs and frustrations
my fingers suddenly seem to have developed brains of their own....and I swear it is only seconds before I come
the first time

I pick up a book to read
but soon I feel my clit tingling and pulsating all over again
I am thankful it can't speak any words
or it would surely be screaming at me!

My fingers and hand press against it to silence it
They want to smother the voices I hear in my head
all via my clit
who does this I ask myself?
surely this is not normal
I squeeze my legs together harder and harder around my hand and thumb
which are pressing against my pussy and clit
and it's like I am on some bucking bronco
hanging on dear life only by my fingers pressed on my clit

my clit is like the horn to my saddle
and I am hanging on for the ride of my life
not just once
but again and again and again

I suddenly realize I have lost all control
I am on a fuck fest
a masturbation marathon
all the while having to be as quiet as I can
so my son in his bedroom will never suspect a thing
or come out to investigate
or hear anything

I wonder if I can hurt myself doing this so much
what would I say to a doctor if I had to get treated for some weird masturbation injury?
I feel all the muscles in my arms and chest burning
I am hot and sweaty
My clothes are sticking to my skin

I want a shower
but I don't stop
I imagine it is you getting me off
you whispering in my ear to be quiet
to not make a sound
yet taking me time and time again
right over the edge
each time my orgasms getting stronger and stronger

My living room smells like sex
how is this possible when there is only me in the room?
I see something fly by the back window in my kitchen
I look at the clock and realize HOURS have passed

It is now 2:00 p.m.
I miss you
I realize just how bad I need you
desire you
want you
crave you
all even on a Sunday
the holiest day of the week

I realize I must stop
I need to get to the shower
and I can barely stand
in fact when I move to get up from the sofa
I almost fall down

I am weak
my legs nearly give out from under me
I am so dizzy
sweaty
I feel like all my blood has been drained from my body
I cannot move my hands
my eyes are not able to see things correctly
I can't even type my password to get online

I wonder what you would think of me if you knew all this
would you still want to be with me?
would you still love me?
would you think me some sort of weird insatiable nymphomaniac?
I don't even know what to think of myself

I just want to fill myself up....
with you...with these feelings
it's no wonder society is overweight
choosing food to try to fill that void instead
all walking around with bulbous bellies
that are completely empty inside

it's just like when you cheat on a diet...
or eat a ton of chocolate when you know you will suffer the consequences later...
but you do it anyway......and then sort of regret it.....when you don't feel so good afterwards
not that it stops you from shoving it in your mouth
well sometimes it does
if you stop and think about the consequences before putting that first piece of chocolate into your mouth.

Later I just feel more empty and lonely than ever....
realizing all the things I do to myself
all the food I shove down my throat
none of those things are substitutes for the real thing
you

I apparently have a secret side to me.
I think most of us do don't we?
A side we keep tucked away from everyone's eyes
all eyes except God's eyes
they are everywhere
and yet I still chose to do it
not just once
but many times
each time asking for His forgiveness
yet knowing I could not promise I would never do it again
today at least

All on a Sunday...
one of the holiest days of the week

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Be still and know...

Be still and know....
plays over and over in my thoughts
images of my body flash in my mind's eye
different from what I see in the mirror

Be still and know....
flesh on top of flesh
skin that has been present for a lifetime
overlapping in new areas
allowed to stretch wide as a blanket
used as a shawl to cover my arms
as a lap warmer on my belly and thighs

Be still and know...
I am hot and want to throw back the covers
yet they cannot be loosed...
they have become like super glue
no amount of kicking or tantrums
does anything but shift the weight

Be still and know...
My feet feel like cement blocks
barely able to shuffle across the floor
I am hidden from all eyes
No one can see me now

Be still and know...
I am protected....yet naked
I have created a barrier....yet feel exposed
I have shut out all....yet crave another
I can breathe.....yet I am smothered

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fire...

Like a God to my soul only you seem to know what I need

My innermost thoughts and desires remain unspoken words

Yet you already know the story and its ending

When you allow the swelling of my emotions to wander your mind

Fueling your front burner instead of your warming plate

I know beyond any doubt you experience the same

As I can feel the rise of your heat and passion for me

even when no words are spoken at all

 

your breathing singes my earlobes

your fingertips burn my skin

as one by one my fences fall beneath your hands

snapping like twigs

melting like candlesticks too close to the flame

My hot wax oozes from my being

and all is exposed to your eyes

I have become a mere puddle under your feet

where you splash without boots

plunging here, then there

making me gasp for air

 

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What are you waiting for?

If couples wanting a child waited for everything to be just right

before they conceived a child.....

there would be no more babies born in the world.

Even after observing lessons learned by others....we rarely get it.

We tend to foolishly and casually treat time as if it stands still forever

Failing to realize the only place it stands still is in our minds

One day we look around and everything has changed

Familiar faces are now strangers.......frequented stops exist no more

The life you waited to live ....because you were 30 pounds overweight....

or because your bank account lacked 6 figures.....

is a faded memory in your demented thoughts

you sit and rock and wonder

what it would have been like

what it could be like

the same way you always have

 

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I know......

As sure as I can walk into this room
I am positive my desire for you is so thick
Like a cloud it hovers over my head
Following me everywhere I go
So thick is my scent of longing for you
Like the sweet fragrance of a rose covered with dew
Those around me inhale it
Their eyes become radars
Tracking their target
I stand naked
Unable to hide under any cloak
My heart is revealed
Pumping passion through my veins
So loudly all ears are cocked in my direction
They grow mouths of their own
Asking "might we have a taste?"
Yet I remain locked to all but you
You who hold the key
That fits perfectly into my lock

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torn.......

I can't stop...

no matter how hard I try

I always come back.....

Is it right?

Is it wrong?

Are these thoughts and emotions to be shared?

Or tucked away beneath my sheets....

Waiting to be explored only by you?

Eyes crave more words.....

Fingers tremble as they turn the pages....

Bodies ache simply by the act of reading

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Skeletons........

in your closet
bones broken up into tiny pieces
swept together
thrown like scrap into a box on the floor
whose lid remains shut
and locked
and hidden beneath your shoes and clothes
far from the world's eyes
you carry the key against your chest
thinking it safe there
not realizing that is the first likely target

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Let's take a moment to remember and be thankful for all we do have.....

string of lies......

like dust bunnies the size of Africa
cloud your brain
woven tiny threads of half-truths
long ago forgotten
until the winds of reality and time present
blow them to the forefront
facing all eyes for inspection
yet unable to pass the white glove
what to do but pick each piece of lint
up between my fingers
and roll together until big and round like a basketball
then take my 3-point shot


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Nothing.....

I don't want to move

Let me vegetate

My legs have turned into roots

Sinking into the carpet

My arms heavy as anchors

My limbs petrified...immobilized

Staring ahead at nothing in particular

My eyes become sucking whirlpools

The room and all around me

Slowly being sucked within

As my body remains motionless

And my brain on fire

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Insatiable......

I shove another bite between my lips

And swallow

Even before the prior bite hits my stomach

I continue to try to fill up this empty space

I know it's not food that creates my hunger

Yet in your absence I reach for food

And cram in another mouthful

On top of the first and second and third

Until I am gagging with the overflow

My stomach swells and bloats

I feel miserable

I remain insatiable

My thoughts already on mac and cheese for lunch

Before I finish my eggs and bacon.

The cycle turns over and over

Like a spinning top gone out of control

Consuming everything it touches

I wait for the one who can make me hum

And fill me up with invisible dinners of love

So my stomach can be empty

Yet completely full and satisfied.

I guess that's why it never works

Cramming bite after bite inside my mouth

Because it's not really my stomach I need to fill

It is a spot much deeper

Hidden from all eyes but yours

And no matter what I do

There will never be anything

That can take the place of your taste

Your tongue, your voice, your touch

It's not food I need to shove in my mouth

And halfway down my throat

It's your tongue....

I need to feel your lips upon my lips...

And your sweet cock

Pursed between my lips

My tongue devouring the softness of its head

As the shaft becomes ridged with need

I want to feel your pulse beating in your penis

Against my mouth

I want to climb on top of you and bury your face

Between my breasts

I want to feel you bite my nipples and suck them hard

I want to feel you grab my ass and push yourself inside me

perpetually wet with want....

your cock thrusting in and out of my body

Fingers and tongue flicking my clit in between

Over and over and over again

Your balls slapping against my skin

Damn

Now that is what I need

You are what I want

And even though you satisfy

Filling me to overflowing

Like a hungry homeless beggar

My voice will still whisper

"more"

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I ache for you...

I turn around and suddenly there you are...

I can only see you from the back or side...

But I know it must be you....

It has to be you.

My heart starts pounding in my chest

I feel butterfly wings flapping in my stomach

My lips cannot suppress a grin

 

You walk a few steps in front of me...

As I watch your snug fitting thermal underwear shirt

glide across the muscles of your arms and back

I glance down at your jeans...

notice your flat stomach.....

I watch you walk...your body move

everything seems so perfect.....

the way you carry yourself

your strides and fluid-like movements of your body

You are so close

I could reach out and touch you....

 

I turn down another aisle.....and when I emerge on the other end

there you are again.

My breath catches.....I know you can see me....feel me

Because I can feel you

I can feel the pull....the force....that electric current

running between us......

I think everyone must see it

feel it

taste it

 

And then you turn around

and my heart sinks

as I realize it is not yet your face

but the face of a stranger my eyes gaze upon

Yet on this day........you became real to me.

More than a possibility.....flesh and bones created

standing before me, moving in front of me

 

Our time together is close now....

So close I can feel your hot breath on the back of my neck.

 

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you make me wet...

and wanna sweat
I'm gonna bet
I'll be your pet
and soon you'll let
me in to get
inside your net
to be in debt
this is no threat
so don't forget
do not regret
or become upset
like a corvette
you'll drive me yet
pop my cassette
taste my rosette


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When I look at you....

I swear I feel your lips on mine

your hot tongue gently

teasing them open

I instinctively begin to suck it

trying to pull your entire body into my mouth

I want to be filled up with you

everywhere

all the time

forever

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I want to listen to you breathe forever....

it soothes me

it calms me

it comforts me

even over a phone... late at night

when you become all sleepy-eyed

and your voice slowly transitions

into that of a sleepy little boy

and I can barely make out what you are saying

in the silence....in between your dozing off

and lack of words

I can still always hear you breathing

and it makes it feel like you are lying right behind me

snuggled up against me

and each of your hot breaths

are gently caressing the back of my neck

with each lull of your sweet sleepy sighs

soon our breathing is in unison

and together we drift off together

breathing as one.

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There are many ways I want you......

When the love in my heart is filled to overflowing

And it's all about to burst from my chest

Like sucking on a piece of hard tack candy

Until reaching it's surprise center

Where it explodes all over my tongue

 

When I am feeling sad and a bit depressed

Because I miss you so very much

And the ache and longing in my soul

Nothing but you can satisfy or quench

 

When my mood turns bitchy

Because what I really want and need

All stem from you

Yet you are just beyond the reach of my fingertips

 

When I am filled with animalistic lust for you

And I am like a caged animal

Pacing the floors, wild eyed

Ready to pounce on you the moment you step through that door

 

When I am frustrated

And want to scream at the top of my lungs

Somehow believing the sound

Will be able to propel you into motion

Towards me

 

So once again you can work your magic

Calm my spirit

Soothe my soul

Till the cycle of want

Begins all over again.

 

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On my day off...

When I could be doing anything I want

All those things I think about

The rest of the week

Saving up to do

Today

 

Disappear in a flood of tears

 

For on this day

All I do is think about you

I cannot concentrate

I cannot focus

 

All my thoughts are about you

No activity appeals

 

I sit in my pajamas all day long

Unmotivated to do anything else

 

I shove food in my mouth

Yet remain hungry

 

I sleep

Yet remain tired

 

Thoughts of you fill me with happiness

Yet I cry rivers of tears

 

Because it feels as if my very soul

Has been cut apart from yours

Your roots ripped from my soil

Where you belong

 

You are now missing

And I am like a single flower in a pot

On the windowsill alone

Peering out on a rainy day

Yet I remain dry

 

Separated by a single pane of glass

From you, my sustenance

 

Two states apart

Feels like worlds apart

Entire galaxies apart

 

My mourning of our separation

Engulfs me

Entombs me

 

I cannot breathe

I cannot talk

I choke back sobs

Yet my tears continue to fall

My stomach has dry heaves

My entire body

is collapsing in on itself

 

Like a piece of paper

I could be folded up

And placed in an envelope

then mailed to you

 

Oh the delight of feeling your fingers

Sliding beneath this glue that binds me together

Tenderly releasing it

And shaking me out before you

To embrace me

 

As your roots

Sink once again into my soil

Our souls becoming one

And my tears

Becoming the water

That satisfies our thirst

For a lifetime.

 

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you are everywhere.....

....yet not beside me

When I go to the market to examine the produce

My mind wanders to specific body parts

All belonging to you

As my eyes scan the workers on my neighbor's rooftop

The muscles I see belong to faceless bodies

Because instead of their own face I see yours

The men in the movie on my television screen

Suddenly all resemble you

The drivers that pass me by

All become clones of you

Your face

Your body

Your hands

Your gestures

All are you

You completely surround me

And yet you are absent

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rain on me.....

As I lie in bed listening to the rain fall

The rhythm of the pelting drops of water against my windows....

only makes me long for you even more.

Lightly falling like your gentle kisses upon my skin

The rain begins as a shower

The rhythm slowly building

Along with ours

Until it reaches a crescendo

Which causes our downpour

You are hailstones

driving into my body

pounding and building

flooding my dam

until all that is left

our the droplets of your sweat

trickling down your brow

across my breast

matching the ringlets of raindrops

dancing on my window

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Roll with me...

over me, to me

I want to feel your warm body

Lying next to mine between these sheets

I won't care if you snore

I don't mind if you lie with your mouth open

I relish each sweet breath that escapes your parted lips

I adore your boyish postures

The way you need me - yet protect me all at the same time

I want to melt on you like butter

Slowly being absorbed deep beneath your skin

Through each of your pores and cells

Not stopping until I reach the very fiber

Of the nerves of your heart, and limbs, and smooth stomach

Your neck, and ears,

But most of all

Your swollen cock

I want to become the blood coursing through those veins

Pulsating rhythmically

Beating to my wants, my needs, my desires

Which in turn becomes yours

I want to make you hover on edge

Electrified

For just a bit

Then shove you off hard

But catch you when you fall.

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right now...

My skin aches to be pressed against yours

Tight

With no room to breathe

Like a wet suit waiting to be put on

By you

Your fingers tugging at my zipper

Sliding me up across your thighs

Hot

Your hands sear my skin

You bring me to your hips

Where I rest for a moment

Savoring the glide

Up across your navel

I wrap myself around your waist

Where you allow me to hang for awhile

And with every breath you take

I rise....and fall......then rise again

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waiting still....

My conscious does not wish to entertain any passersby of fear

I have no desire to get pulled onto the floor by those unwelcome party crashers

to play a game of spin the bottle

a game of chance

for the sole purpose

of finding out which one gets to spend the night

Which angst will flood my wakeful mind so violently

It will feel raped

As the poison pools and congeals

With no where else to flow but in

And out

I can barely keep up with canceling out all the negatives

And turning them into positives

I go through the motions of hope

Telling myself everything I want to believe

And yet time continues to pass

And I find myself waiting still

Always asking myself the inevitable questions

How much longer? Why not now? When?

By the time things finally come to pass my way

I am likely to be but a skeleton of my former self

Horrifically caught in an inopportune moment

The only color cast among my graying bones

Being that of my purple dildo you find gripped between my bony fingers

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it's Monday and my head feels all muddy....

It feels slow.
Like I cannot process anything.
Like it doesn't want to process anything.
Like it along with my body could sleep all day.
I feel like I want to hibernate.
Like my mind is filled with sludge.
I don't like to feel this way.
I think I could stare off into space and think of absolutely......nothing.
Because all my thoughts and "to-do" lists in my mind have pooled together...
and are now an expanse of nothingness.
Like ink spilled upon paper...they are soaking in my brain...
but too deeply now...they have become saturated and are now pickled.
I am a zombie.
You can see it in my eyes.
The lack of facial expression.
The drugged appearance and sluggishness.
My body feels like a piece of granite.
Impossible to move.
Everything seems like too much effort.
Each of my thoughts has become another shovelful of dirt...
that has buried me.
I feel like I could suffocate.
Not wanting to panic...
I shove my fingers into the mud.
I hold fast but cannot dog paddle.
I am in quicksand and if I move I only sink deeper.
So I rest...
I savor the stillness and unplug my brain.
I shut down and turn off.
I go into screensaver mode...
and allow my thoughts and dreams and wishes and desires and images and to-do lists
to slowly appear, disappear, and reappear across my mind's eye.
Playing in the background.
Being acknowledged only by my subconscious mind.
As I wait for someone to come bump my keyboard.
And wake me up.

Copyright ©2008 man

truth...

associated with betrayal
and abuse of trust
is one of the worst kinds

why do we desire the truth
seek the truth
want the truth
to set us free

when it is that same truth
which can harden our hearts
and cause doubt and fear

upon its revelation
one might feel as if
their stomach was being ripped from within

it doubles you over with dry heaves
soon followed by an intense heartache
and massive overflow of tears

our fight or flight takes over
and we swiftly paddle for life
our sinking ships into a river of denial

for we long ago learned
we had the ability
to create our own reality
and choose to believe
anything we wished

when truth is too painful
or becomes too unbearable a burden
we pretend it is no longer the truth
and we proceed to sugar coat it with our favorite candied toppings
to make it more palatable
much easier for us to swallow

but it never makes it easier for one to live with oneself
because that same truth
is always present
never falters
always resurfaces
again and again

till we no longer have a choice
but to see it
for what it truly is
like it...or not


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flying toward you...

I keep my eyes focused
even at this distance I can see
all you are meant to be
and all we shall become
like a moth to a flame
my wings push onward
aching to brush against yours
the brilliance reflected from your heart
causes my eyes to tear
your warmth a familiar spot
I long to lie my weary head
and rest my thirsty soul


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I wait...

Wound up tighter than a rubber-banded balsa airplane

Wanting to take flight long before fingers release me

Edging ever closer to a false start

I wait

Some days I feel I will explode

With too many churning emotions inside my mind and body

Making me seasick with desire and longing,

frustration, then anger

My lungs want to burst out screaming

My legs want to run

My body has to move, do anything

To burn off this intensity

Right now I imagine

I could easily supply enough energy

To fuel a power grid for an entire city

My heart pounds as my blood

Forcefully flows through my veins

I swear I feel it bubbling

As it boils beneath my skin

I am screaming for release

I am yelling for "at last!"

I am crying with frustration

I am ready to receive

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Desire...

Every so often I get a strange feeling in the back of my head
like my skin is crawling
only from the inside out

It is of no surprise to me
as you have invaded all my waking thoughts
as well as my dreams

You have seeped into the corners of my mind.
I see you in everything around me.
Even the sun reflects your face

You become each driver I pass in my car
Your body takes on 3-dimension
as I stroll past the GI-Joe action figures

Oh how I long for you
It fills me up to overflowing
and then fills me up again

My stomach falls to my feet
My head throbs and heart aches
yet my thirst remains unquenched

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Four Seasons...

As green leaves turn

To crimson and gold

With you by my side, I never grow cold

When the bitter winds of winter

Howl and bite at my door

I am wrapped in your arms, begging for more

Amidst the showers of spring

As the rain pelts my skin

My heart is renewed, as it welcomes you in

As the temperature rises in the heat of the sun

My skin sweats against yours

Our love never done.

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Why?

Why is it we tend to hoard old, paid bills and receipts, all sorts of paperwork

Saying we will file it away one day but then never find the time?

The same for items we have accumulated over time that we probably will never use again

We tuck those once-believed treasures down into boxes

Saying we will go through them on a rainy day

Sort and sift....maybe have a garage sale

Or get a filing system and really organize our crap

Yet everything lies idle in those boxes

And on our tables

And around our work space

Crowding us

Trying to suffocate us

Like weighted monkeys on our backs they nag and nag

Screeching for our attention

Yet we do everything in our power to push it all aside and ignore it.

Saving it for tomorrow.

But tomorrows never come

Unless they are forced upon us by circumstances beyond our choosing

Only then are fires lit under our asses to make us move

Only then does it seem we accomplish much in a short period of time

What are we afraid of?

Finally having the free time we were always screaming we never seemed to have?

Realizing perhaps we don't have as much to do with our time as we once believed we would?

What lies behind your closed doors?

Not only in your house

But within your mind

And your soul?

Don't you sometimes wish you had a giant sweeper you could plug yourself into

That with the flip of a switch

Could suck out all the dust and cobwebs from all those nooks and crannies?

All the junk you have fast-fed your brain over time

Performing elite lipo-suctioning of your brain?

The days start moving so fast they make you dizzy

The months spin past your eyes with each glance

You realized halfway through

It would have been so much easier to have kept up with the pace all along

Instead of trying to play catch up many years later

The perpetual piles continue to build

And you start to wonder if you will ever gain control again

Or if the piles will become giant soul-seeking blobs

Consuming all your time

All your energy

All your drive

Your focus

You

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What do you see?

Can we truly see each other

And the beauty hidden there?

Instead of getting all caught up

Bout' whether we dye our hair

What do you see when you gaze my way?

Can you see beyond my flesh?

To the deepest core within my soul

Held together with hope as mesh

Could you get beyond an unsightly mole

A birthmark or extra chin?

Would you ever dare to let yourself out

In order to let me in?

Heaven forbid something traumatic

Transpires before you get a clue

Cause I have doubts missing an arm or a leg

Would be much of a turn on for you.

While you say you are no longer as shallow

And trivialities no longer matter

Your actions speak much louder than words

And I hear your thoughts just as loud as real chatter.

I'm not sure what this says

About someone so amazing to me

Except you are filled with insecurity

Making it difficult to ever be free.

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The envelope...

I looked down at the envelope

Gazing at the ink your hands had placed upon it

My heart racing with excitement

I reached down and touched each formed letter

As if by osmosis my fingers could become entwined with yours

As I turned the envelope over, I thought about the seal

Did you lick it before pressing it shut?

To imagine I was holding in my grasp

Any object your hands let alone your tongue had touched

Was almost too much for me to fathom

I grew quite heady just thinking about it all

I pressed the seal to my nose and deeply breathed in

Hoping I could smell the scent of the gum you chew

I gently broke the seal

Carefully

So as not to damage the remnants of leftover glue still present

I brought it to my own tongue

And I licked it

Slowly

Gingerly

With my eyes closed

And I swear I could feel your tongue

And taste the flavor of your gum

As tears spilled forth from my eyes onto my cheeks

My soul longing to be next to yours.

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Silence...

It's not that words are not revolving within my head

On an endless merry-go-round they twirl about

The ride never ends but continues to spin

Day in, day out

Into the darkest hours of night

Sorting them out seems troublesome

Sometimes so overwhelming a task, I choose to not even bother

Instead I allow the merry-go-round

To continue its journey

Its endless motion

Round and round it goes

Spinning, making me dizzy with thoughts

Words mixed up, jumbled together

Forming partial sentences

Making little sense

I recognize the fact that I have all the words up there

But choosing the correct ones and correct order seems impossible

I can find one or two...but the third and fourth escape my grasp

They choose instead to continue their own ride

Spinning round and round in my head

Focusing long enough to capture a complete thought

Without it being intercepted with other thoughts

Seems too exhausting

So I don't even bother

Instead I sit

My head a swirling, twirling mishmash

Of words and thoughts unspoken

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One of Pavlov's dogs....

Your voice is so soothing to my soul

My heart's rhythm swoons with sweet sighs

And skipped beats

Whenever you speak

Thoughts of you

Turn me into one of Pavlov's dogs

Your voice is the bell

Which upon hearing

Instinctively causes me to drool

Though not from my mouth

I become like a bitch in heat

Hot, sticky sweet with sweat

Pacing the room, running myself ragged

My body screaming to be rubbing against yours

My flesh upon your flesh

My mouth upon your mouth

My tongue upon your tongue

My breaths becoming your gasps

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I want to paint you...

With my fingers...

As I close my eyes and move my hands

Across your body

Feeling the ripples in your muscles

And squeezing your hardness

I want to paint you

With my tongue ...

As I trace an outline

Of every inch of your body

Taking time to rest

On all your pleasure points

And tease them with the tip of my tongue

I want to paint you

With my lips ...

Kissing your neck

Your chest, your stomach, your thighs

Caressing your skin with my softness

I want to paint you

With my pussy ...

Using your body as my canvas

And my wetness as the paint

I create powerful, rhythmic strokes

Brushing again and again

Until together we surrender and paint a masterpiece

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