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Smell that?
The scent of her cologne lingers,
even in this room
vacant of all emotion.
And women think they accessorize
to make a house seem homey.
Have missed you, baby.
Damn fine work.
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Smell that?
The scent of her cologne lingers,
even in this room
vacant of all emotion.
And women think they accessorize
to make a house seem homey.
Have missed you, baby.
Damn fine work.
Missed you too. I say it was been a rough week, month, year, but I think it is starting to stretch out into decades.
We may not get to see each other until next year's Chicago!
No, sometime this summer it will work, I'm certain.
Hey - I know those.
Damn fine work, baby.
Thank you.
Have to go back and move them in this thread or I forget about them. Once written they are gone. Never to be thought of again.
She leads me to dream,
as if I wouldn't anyway,
of tangerines and apples,
strawberries frosted with cream.
Translate for me
the color, shape, taste
of lips smiling
as she sleeps,
of a nipple
not quite bared
for kisses,
soft caresses.
Silent breathing, soft sighs,
an effortless stretch
as she lays sleeping,
as I lay sleepless.
Dreaming my desire
in the silence of the night.
No one can hear my heart,
can feel my touch.
I love this.
I pervert the image,
she unconsciously
strokes her neck.
Gliding, sliding
skin smooth to the touch.
Her touch.
I long to touch
her. Taste her.
Throat rising
above the collar of a man’s shirt
too big for her frame.
Shirt-dress open-collar
taken out of frame, out of context.
Breasts move and sway,
curve, perv me a view.
Something about how those fingers
trail along curves,
so familiar,
Makes wonder where
Travels take her.
Makes her innocence
so much more decadent
while I leer.
Slow.
Make my thoughts slow down
As I aspirate my senses.
There is a measured grace
in the length of calf and thigh
exposed,
unwittingly exposed to view.
In confidence, but no secret,
still unknown to my desire,
wanting to make acquaintance.
Gliding, sliding
tracing her neckline downward.
Salivating my sigh.
conversation strewn like sand upon the beach
let me shape the castle
and crown you queen
say unto pleasure
impulsive my desire
to taste the sense of you
scattered words debauched
by moans and groans
centered on your sex
your soul
don't speak of madness
fondled gentle is the caress
ungentle is the bite in need
eating at sanity
no need with primal urge
all senses one
grated thoughts an agony
shards of sensible left lying
upon floor-strewn rumpled sheets
flaunting sinuous shapes
complex curves
spend a lifetime exploring
tortured words torn
from lips that would rather kiss
than talk
at least until the crest has broken
broken need
into simple elements
bright and shiny and
kiss once more
It just occurred to me that there should be a word that means "difficult to describe in one word".
Okay, this is just how it turned out. Not pointing this thing at anyone. The words made me do it.
fondle me a look
transcribed in film
black and white
sequenced in her shame
as she was caught
in flagrante delicto
with a smile upon her face
coquettish look
sobbing in her pillow
crocodile tears
biting silken sheets
as if handprints left
upon bare ass
were not what she had planned
calculated risk
in her indulgence
staccato flash of cameras
paint the scene
bright white
in light unyielding to the touch
just sequence forward
go on to the next frame
nothing to see here
nothing left to see