the way i like it

your body presses against mine
and i feel
your prickly beard scratch
my neck

i feel
your chest crushing
my tits

i feel
your calloused hands stroking
my ass

and

i feel your hard, throbbing cock
pushing between
my thighs, impatiently

you roll me over and climb
on top of me in
one
swift
forceful
movement, lifting
my legs over your
shoulders and pushing
into me, hard

just the way i like it

I tried to use the prompts on 3 Word Wednesday on this…but I just couldn’t fit in the word “average”.

divine

maybe being cautious is

human

but being reckless is

divine

This short little poem was inspired by3 Word Wednesday.

Today’s prompts were Cautious, Human, Maybe.

Musical Poetry

Sometimes relationships, whether purely sexual or a lifetime commitment, dance a fine line between love and hate. This song, as beautifully and heartbreakingly sung by Chrissy Hynde, is for you out there who dance, or have danced, that fine line …..
“It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate”.

Its a thin line between love and hate
Its a thin line between love and hate

Its five oclock in the morning
And youre just getting in
You knock on the front door
And a voice sweet and low says
Who is it?
She opens up the door and lets you in
Never once asks where have you been
She says are you hungry?
Did you eat yet?
Let me hang up your coat
Pass me your hat
All the time shes smiling
Never once raises her voice
Its five oclock in the morning
You dont give it a second thought

Its a thin line between love and hate
(repeat)

The sweetest woman in the world
Could be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her that way
You keep hurting her
Shell keep being quiet
She might be holding something inside
Thatll really, really hurt you one day

I see him in the hospital
Bandaged from foot to head
In a state of shock
Just that much from being dead
You couldnt believe the girl
Would do something like this, ha
You didnt think the girl had the nerve
But here you are
I guess action speaks louder than words

Its a thin line between love and hate

3 long weeks

Bone’s prompts for today’s 3WW are: Picture, Reflected, Stop

the wind blew and the
water rose and you
fled to Houston and
I fled to Jackson
neither knowing where the other
was for
3
long
weeks

3 long weeks
of not knowing if
you made it
out
images ran through
my head and behind
my eyes like a bad
acid trip
i couldn’t stop imagining
your body
floating in the fetid water
with the sunlight of a calm day reflecting
in your dead eyes

finally
your phone call came and
the picture too that
proved
you were
alive!

and,suddenly,
it was worth
every minute of worry
for those
3
long
weeks

thrill

Three word Wednesday prompts: Touching, Visible, Stage

we took risks
that’s part of what made
our relationship exiting,
hot,
and our own

were we on a stage?
possibly, we were visible
from the street if
a person were making a point
of looking
a voyeur, of sorts

touching was ecstacy
sucking was nirvana

and the illicitness was
the thrill

Lunasea

The moon drips

tears of silver

that mingle with my own

glowing rivers

down my face I

yearn for my soul’s home

moon shines in the desert

will you rescue me?

will you share my

absolution

in the safe womb of

the sea?

forever with me

idol

This poem inspired by Bone’s 3 Word Wednesday.

The words are:
Funny
Remember
Theatre

each day began with drama
watching for the ram, the black
sleek lines turning into the drive as
the roar of the engine made
funny little flutters in
my throat

i watched him walk up
the pastoral path
where birds sang and
ducks waddled and
fish jumped into the air with
the gleam of the early morning
sun reflecting off their scales
and into prisms that reflected
in my hungry eyes

the swaying trees provided
a theatre for his manly grace
as he walked toward
me and the flutters in my throat
matched the beating of the duck’s wings
as they flew, startled, before
his steps

and I remember how he
looked into my eyes at the
end of the pathway and
I was happy,
happy because the drama had
just begun

glass box

i had a dream

last night that

i was enclosed in a

glass box

and you were outside

just standing there and

staring at me in the

glass box

and you said

“you live in a

glass box

you talk in a

glass box

you view the world through a

glass box

you are on display in the

glass box”

do you see me as

untouchable?

3WW: token

 

The prompts for 3 Word Wednesday this week are:

Glass
Question
Token 

~~~

token

i tried

i really tried

i wanted it to be just

a diversion, a bit of fun

i didn’t count on liking you

so much

you asked a question of me

can you do this without

attachment, without

feelings other than

lust

want

desire

i said yes but

i didn’t know then

what i came to know later

I didn’t know my feelings

for you

would reflect back unto

myself like images in a

carnival looking-glass

distorted and alien

and i learned the hard way that

i was a mere token

in your mind

just another mere

distorted and alien

token

of your

sexual prowess

you

**Be advised: this poem is explicit. If you’re under 17 or easily offended, stop now. :)** 

with too much time

on my hands all i do

is think of you

everything makes me

think of you

the violets are blooming in

my garden and my

desire is blooming

for you

i hear the roar of a truck

and i think

of you

lovers words in a song and

the sweet sound of guitar

and i think

of you

i pass the old building and

i think

of you

remembering our secret trysts

on the 6th floor…..

so hot, so urgent, so hurried

i want to be there now

with you

i want to see you every day

like i used to and be

with you

stolen lunchtimes in the

park

touching, sighing, kissing

we couldn’t get enough….

still cannot get enough….

i want your hands on me

desperately

urgently

i need to feel your hot, hard

throbbing need for me

your mouth on my tits

sucking me your fingers in me

your scratchy beard burning

my skin feels so good

the initial pain of you

entering me, spreading me

pushing into me hard

it’s

all

so

good

but all i can do right now

is remember and think

of you

until next time

soon, baby, soon

tangle

as we lay in a tangle

of sheets,arms,legs,

blonde hair and black

panting through the waves of our after-lust

i understood with a finality beyond reason that

lust has morphed into love

 into lust into love into lust

yet again and never-ending

 

this is the pattern of my life with you

 

neither money nor honor nor

bleeding hearts can keep

me from you now

~~~

 

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday.

This week’s prompts: Money, Tangled, Understood

 

the aahhh spots

we discovered each other’s
aahhhh spots and
we owned them

isn’t that how we began
so long ago

you lightly touched my back and i
stumbled
against your arm

then you stood facing
me, your face so
close

- so agonizingly close-
that my mind went
numb

and your hot
breath flowed over
my neck making
every
nerve
in my body
burn for your lips there,
here,
anywhere, everywhere

and so……..

the apartment in the treetops
where our hands joined
our lips
on and in

the aahhh spots

 ~

~

~

This was inspired by this week’s

Three Word Wednesday

prompt. The words are: apartment, began, numb.

near a man

i love the smell of men

it can’t be explained,there

are so many varieties of

smells….

sweaty smells

musky smells

sexy colognish smells

clean soap smells

tobacco smells

smells found on women too but

there’s always the slightly imperceptable

difference, an awareness

that i’m near a

man, yes, and i so love

men

~

i sit next to a stranger in a darkened

theatre, his scent in my nose, his

arm oh so close and i am

very

much

aware.

i wonder if he is,

i feel my face

flush and my

body tingles thinking

of what could be….

a slight shift of

my body as i cross my legs and

smooth my skirt over my thighs

just the barest of hints but

he turns slightly and looks, sighs

the possibility could be

a reality

the idle thought, an action

then…

the lights come up

a smile of eyes and

lips exchanged, a wistful,

regrettable smile

then

the moment passes and

we are only strangers,

after all

do you think

i’m thinking of you and

the ache and the longing is

killing me

do you still think

of me

do you still remember

how hot i think you

are

because you

are

i want to place my

hand in

your warm place

and caress your

maleness

make it hard and

strong

strong enough to

make

me

beg for more

1 year, 4 days

This is one I wrote an eternity ago…

 

today I was thinking
about the first time
we were alone together
how i
trembled
when you
kissed me something
i had never done before
with anyone else and it
made me feel
defenseless
vulnerable
out
of
control
and I wanted it to last forever

why am I thinking about that time
so often these days
because I want you to
kiss me
again
i want to feel
defenseless
vulnerable
out
of
control

again

i want you to do more than
kiss
me

i was thinking it was about
this time last year so
i looked on my calendar and
there it was
in the square block of October 6:
your initials in caps
one year, 4 days
ago

it seems so much longer
than one year, 4 days
ago
on a beautiful October day
(like this one)
when
you made me tremble
like
i’d never done
before