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My very own poetry site: Gypsy Eyes
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Friday, December 18, 2009. Her gaze upon me. My heart yearns to provide. When we communicate thus. I realize she speaks. The dialects of love. With wondrous, gypsy eyes. No words are spoken. We share the riddle. Our hearts to interpret. We are as one. I am inside her. With but one nucleus. How many moments pass. Our souls to merge? To an alternate time.
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My very own poetry site: Centerfold (mature*)
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Thursday, December 3, 2009. Playboy and Penthouse perform a disservice. When nubile asses and young breasts they depict. Their fantastic photogenic models unnerve us. But the truth is the women they show don't exist. Magazine photo techs are masters of airbrush technique. Presenting the curvaceous, mouth-watering parts that you see. For how else could she condo...
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My very own poetry site: Stammer
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Monday, November 9, 2009. I wanted to send you a card. um. That shows how I feel about you. But considering I'm no poet of stardom. I had to look for words that were true. And then I couldn't. uh. beg your pardon. Find one that revealed my feelings anew. So I'm sending you my pericardium. And a heart that beats only for you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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My very own poetry site: A Woman Scorned
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Thursday, December 3, 2009. But they're the last. I'll ever shed for you. You used to call. And now you don't. You used to care. And now you won't. When I think of. How gullible I was. You used to say. I was so naive. I no longer recognize. The one with whom. I fell in love. I feel hurt, anger. And emptiness, and. Though right now I am. In pain, I know someday.
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My very own poetry site: Last Rites
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Monday, November 9, 2009. Since you've been gone my life has been a wreck. I decided to spend one last day with you, in my mind. To clean up the mess you've left behind. When you left, I thought my life had come to an end. Everything that I believed in fell apart. And I felt that there was no purpose in living. I have the rest of my life to be happy. It's too l...
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My very own poetry site: An Intimacy Among Friends (mature*)
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Saturday, December 19, 2009. An Intimacy Among Friends (mature*). If I could enjoy one night of passion. To indulge my fantasies undercover. I would instruct you in Midnight's surrender. And til Dawn I would be your lover. I would start with a blanket of roses. Petals sprinkled to cradle your head. The scent of these flowers to mingle. I would cup your breasts ...
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Food For Thought: Food For Thought
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An outreach program on an individual basis to help our neighborhood homeless. Thursday, November 12, 2009. I owe you an apology, and I'm going to explain why. I've seen you on the streetcorner with your sign. It must take a lot of courage for you to stand there. It's tough to admit you need help. I don't know what kind of trouble you've had. I just know it must have been bad. So you finally get up the nerve to step up on the median, and then what happens? I drive right on by. Now, there's a reason I've i...
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My very own poetry site: A Happiness So Fleet
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Saturday, December 19, 2009. A Happiness So Fleet. The thought of seeing her again. Brought a smile to my morning. Coursing through my brain. Seeing her once again. I stopped in to see if she was there. And was gratified to find. My fervent wishes granted. I proposed to rendesvous later. A tete a tete more relished. Than the repast upon which I would dine.
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My very own poetry site: Private Room
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Sunday, December 20, 2009. I'd scoffed when others had told me. Tales of lives entwined once met. But now I believe affinity exists. To be found somewhere on the Net. I'm amazed at how swift friendship burgeons. In the absence of physical form. But in Fantasy's total immersion. You can imagine soft flesh that is warm. You don't have to view imperfections.
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My very own poetry site: A Memo, Ree
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My very own poetry site. Poems Designated As Mature May Contain expletives and Deal with themes of inappropriate nature to those easily offended. Sunday, December 30, 2012. A Memo, Ree. In moments just passed. A span, mere days. With expectant haste your. Thoughts, in greed, made mine. You proffer tales that. Lace upon one another. Of friendship to flourish. I roam your soul. An act of succor. A landscape bare, and. I am cast adrift, within. A whirling tide of hope. Now unknown to me. Upon a cyber screen.
