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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Aspire ..... Repetition poem ...... (Valentine poem)




I used to wish,
That someday, I would have a best friend,
Someone, I would look up too, turn to for answers,
A friend,
That I could share my laughs,
Share my deepest thoughts,
Share my sadness,
Share my gladness,
Share the same boundless regions of the infinite, that I have chosen,
Because they truly wanted to share, that infinite space with me

I used to wish,
That someday, I would find that Someone I could converse with,
That Someone, whom I could share my deepest, private thoughts,
And thoughts, which my dreams are made of  

I used to wish,
That someday, I would meet that Someone who would be special to me,
That Someone, who I could hold anytime I wanted too, when I needed too,
That Someone, who I could  kiss hello to in the morning, and kiss goodnight before I would go to sleep,
That Someone, I just had to touch in the middle of the night,
And they would spoon into me without even waking up

I used to wish,
That someday, I would find what true love really felt like,
A love so strong, it would last longer than ever after,
A love that wore my heart like a blanket,
That kept it warm on the coldest night,
Yet cool, on the hottest day,
A love I never wondered if it was true love:
Because I could forever feel its radiant heat, race through my veins, on each soft rhythmic beat of my heart

Today,
I wish,
I hadn't wasted all that time wishing for...
Looking for...
Praying for...
That Someone...
Because without realizing it,
I already knew that Someone,
Who was already carrying true love inside of them,
That 's meant just for me,
And that Someone,
Were you.....

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

Happy humpday.. Smile ....


Shake your booty
   It's Humpday .... :  
                                        

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Monday moaning ... Behind me ... Erotic prose poem



Manly hands,
Grab the curves of my hips
With a death grip

In a rush,
Hips clutch,
Penile spears,
Sharp sensations shear

Enticing my lungs to softly moan,
His to audibly groan
As his size deeply penetrate,
Into the heat of my wet space


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