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take me.I want you to take me
Like youve never taken anyone before,
Like youve never touched, felt, held anyone
Like youve never wanted, craved, anyone
Like youve never needed.
I want you to touch me
Like youve just discovered your hands,
To look at me
Like youve never had the power of sight.
I want you to love, love, love me
Like its keeping you alive,
Like Im the organs, arteries, cells that keep you breathing.
I want you to have
Plenty of times before.
I am the one
that makes you believe its the first time
and know its the last time,
any of that will ever happen
Wisdom as a MistressShe hovers over your bed-covers
& collapses your ability to suspend belief.
She inhales your lost & ship-wrecked whims
until sheep skin passions wither sheet thin.
Whispers from her lips: "Live! Reignite the night!
From the windowsill, spew flames!" She begs you
to simply love. She leaves you simply self,
& commands your conviction, coercing like a spell.
She refills your spent host;
rattles your spider-fang spine;
Then like a holy ghost, communes:
God alone remains.
the perfect spiral
of my worn
asking her out
I proofread every word
to the free space
in my journal-
but how can five lines
hold autumn dusk?
sorority bake sale
the girl I dumped
a cold brownie
of a stray dog
the tarot woman's hand
against my own
even in the cool
of night air
Break"We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be wooed and were not made to woo." - A Midsummer Night's Dream.
When you fall in love it doesn't break. When you hope, when you really hope it doesn't break and if it does you mend it, you bind it, you build it back up with glue or bandages or crumbling bricks. You mend it straight away and you keep mending it and repairing it over and over, even if it's breaking faster than you can fix it. Even if all of a sudden it's not the thing it was to start with, it's just a pile of mending...of mended parts. When there is no broken hope or love left, when there's nothing but dust, you die. In one way or another. This is what it means to love and I'm starting to think that it doesn't happen as often as they would have us think.
My mum, so good with the sewing machine, didn't even bring out the thread, didn't even try. I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't but I just see it as a woman's job to fix. My dad fought for her, as all good sui
Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too.Let him do all the things you know you want him to do.
Let his fingers trace up and down your hip just before he lets them slide under the elastic of your jeans.
Let his smile stun you as he pulls them off, graciously and without trouble.
Let him quickly yet carefully pulls your shirt off your shoulders, and plants kisses on your stomach as your heart races.
Let his lips whisper words against your ear that would surely make your mother
d) all of the above
Let his nails scratch your scalp as his fingers intertwine with your hair, softly tugging.
Let him take over, do whatever he wants, as long as he makes you feel special. Makes you feel beautiful. Makes you feel loved.
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