Let Me Near

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Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.

Unscrewed

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The battles began, never thinking we’d be
in a place where it felt all sucked out, with intense
feelings of acrimony letting the warmth
of what was dissipate, argument by argument.

Guilty waves coursed like an electric current,
me for the kids, you for your sins. Playing
at normal became the norm while the years
of neglect and lack of focused attention

skewed the connection. Then like a burnt-out bulb,
the energy waned. We imploded and made the pfft sound,
blowing out what once was from the core, the place
we drew strength from, where we imagined a bright future

sustaining us, our glow enriching the space,
giving off substance and volume, where like
an energy-efficient model, we thought
it’d be a while until our end. Till death do us part.

We’d be bright for an eternity that in actuality
would never come. It was clear the light
had gone out, the spark never to return
nor brighten our way. It was time to slowly

remove ourselves from this home thought of as permanent
where we had fastened ourselves into, letting go and moving on,
feeling drained and used up. Made to be undone, nothing is forever
but the hope was there once, shining brightly before it burned out.

Turn Me On

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my lover’s glance
stirring me

private invitation
to an intimate world 

no words
just sighs

shyly seductive
yet bold

no hesitation
just urgency

touched above
and below

setting fires
within

raging
out of control

anticipating explosions
the fireworks kind

demanding pleasure
and yet giving it all

take me
away   

With You Upon Awakening

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Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.

Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.

I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.

Longing

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warm memories
of past encounters
fill my mind
creating a rich tapestry
on a cold night

my mind’s eye begins to unlock
the hidden shivers of bygone days emerge
my breasts, like the excitement, budding
mentally opening further
inhaling you deeper into my senses

remembering the path of your hands
the trail of your moist lips
on my body
the powerful emotions
grasping us both

gentle caresses
hungry kisses
powerful desires

the exquisite euphoria
felt for a brilliant moment
lasting a lifetime
amplified in my essence

it’s hard to forget perfection
in a lover’s kiss
and urgent needs

Dead On Arrival

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It
took you
way too long
to trust me when
I was already
all wound up in this love.
Your willingness to provide
me with security, comfort,
and peace appeared incredibly late.
Now, all you’re doing is playing catch-up.
Now, all I’m doing – losing interest.
The flame, once bright, shines so much less now.
The feelings of desire have peaked.
Thinking about our future.
Where do we go from here?
Turning away now.
Letting go now.
Goodbye then.
It’s too
late.