Quaint Notion A Poem
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Publié :9/3/2020 12h29
Dernière mise à jour :28/3/2020 12h34 23815 vues
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He tells me he misses my smile.
My lips and dimples
I really never thought of myself
As having dimples but I guess
They show up and however small
They are noticeable.
He says he misses my breasts.
How he wishes he could
Lavish them with attention.
Feast upon them
With his mouth.
Kiss and suck
And thoroughly bathe them
With his saliva and tongue.
Such a lashing
Is ever so preferable
To not having such.
He says he wants
To lick me
Down below.
You know where
That feline part
Of me appears.
Make me purr
With his intimate ministrations.
His work rewarded
When he elicits
My very essence
When my liquid comes.
And he tastes what he
Finds to be like ambrosia.
His remembrances
His continued wishes
And desires
Make me long for him too.
Too bad we live so far apart.
But we can dream of a time
When we are together again
When we come together
And make our dreams
Come true.
However quaint a notion
It would be real.
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Make Our Getting Together Actual A Poem
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Publié :2/3/2020 21h37
Dernière mise à jour :14/3/2020 12h05 24408 vues
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We couldn't make it happen.
No get together for us.
Maybe that rain check
Will come through
But I am not going
To hold my breath.
You know how much
And how many times
I have been disappointed?
A broken record
Is now my chorus.
But you could be rare
And not the norm
And actually do what
You said you would.
Make our getting together
Reality and actual.
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Kissed On The Sidewalk A Poem
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Publié :1/3/2020 20h23
Dernière mise à jour :2/3/2020 21h02 23526 vues
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So much promise.
I guess it's good
It did not take too long
To see that it was
Too good to be true.
His promises seen through.
Why did he have to be
Such a schmuck?
When we met
He seemed anything but.
He seemed magnificent.
His kisses stirring
His touch and words
Making me anticipate
Greater and more wonderful
Things to come.
Yes, we kissed
In front of my house
On the sidewalk
With my dog on his leash.
You said it was just a taste.
Something to think about
For our next date.
Did I seem too free
And easy?
I was giving in to your wishes.
Your ideas of an impromptu rendezvous
Before we both had other
Things to do.
And now you have proved
Yourself a non entity.
As you became a ghost.
I would swear and
Tell you to Fuck Off!
But I would rather not.
I would rather you
Tell me what was on your mind.
When you made the decision
To forgo anymore .
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it just your judgment
And prejudice returning?
I am not perfect
But that did not seem
matter as you kissed me
Over and over
On that sidewalk.
As you touched me
And said how it turned you on
Just touching my midriff
And breasts
Through my sweater.
How you were rock hard
And had to take care of yourself
Before you took off
For your dinner date
With your daughter.
God How stupid can I be
To have fallen for your moves?
Why am I the subject
Of your being cruel?
It is too bad.
It could have been so good.
But you ruined that
Being cavalier
Or else you lied
From the get go
And your intensity
And passion for me
Just a ruse.
Being kissed on the sidewalk
A public display extraordinaire
I feel such a fool.
For there will be no other
Such rendezvous.
If we ever speak again
I should immediately
Bid you adieu.
Why give you a second chance?
When you proved
To be a coward of a man.
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Mr. Right Now Versus Mr. Right A Poem
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Publié :24/2/2020 15h56
Dernière mise à jour :1/3/2020 20h23 23047 vues
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He told me to look for Mr. Right
But he could be Mr. right now
In the mean time.
Yes, he could serve my needs,
My desires and wants.
He could give me something
That is indeed pleasurable.
Ah, yes, pleasure of the flesh.
While my needs of my heart
My wanting a reciprocating
Love interest
Go unmet.
Will this be as good as it gets?
Mr. right now serving a purpose
But not the one that will
Ultimately fulfill
My heart's desire of love?
I could suppose
But I would rather keep
That dream alive.
Even if it is hidden
Deep down inside.
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Dear Friend And Lover A Poem
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Publié :24/2/2020 12h03
Dernière mise à jour :16/3/2020 23h20 13635 vues
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Dear Friend and Lover,
I hope you don't mind
My referring to you as such.
You know you warrant
Those terms of endearment.
You have been both.
I have appreciated each
Incarnation you present.
My friend and my lover
It is as both I wish
To with
My feelings and thoughts.
So many times I wanted
To make you more!
Step through that door!
Not just
Longingly through
A window.
Like I was shopping
And you were more
Than I could .
But it is true.
How can I go full boar?
How can I tell you
What is in my heart and soul
For fear that you
Will think my offer
Too little and not
Worthy of yours?
I have wanted to whisper it
Into your ears as you sleep.
God how I wanted to
This past week
But I didn't dare!
For it might be the end
Of our rendezvous.
You might think
Beyond pulling back
To just this sexual liaison
That we both immensely enjoy.
And I could not contemplate
Not seeing you again.
Not feeling you
Not kissing you
Not having a conversation
About mundane stuff
And even your interaction
With my crazy little dog
With whom you show
Great affection.
I could not give that up.
And so silent I stayed.
My thoughts kept safe
Although tears shimmered
In my eyes.
You did not see them
As I said you were asleep.
My friend and lover
Even now as a tear
Makes its way
Down my cheek
I dare not speak
And tell you the truth
For I cannot make
You love me in return.
Like the song by Bonnie Raitt
That goes over and over
In my mind.
"Cause I can't make you
Love me if you don't.
You can't make the heart feel
Something it won't."
And I should not be desperate!
But tell that to my heart!
For it wants what it wants
And it wants your love.
If only there were words
That could make it so...
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I Give Of Myself A Poem
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Publié :23/2/2020 18h42
Dernière mise à jour :25/2/2020 18h02 13874 vues
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Mindless
But passionate nonetheless
I give of myself
My body wants touch
And be touched.
Kisses that may or may not
Sear into another's soul
They may just be ordinary
But I give of myself
On the way to arousal.
My breasts are on the menu
Once exposed.
I offer them up for his perusal
And his hands and mouth.
Ahhhh and mmmmmm
Mindless passionate utterances
I cannot help.
Hands on a mission
Roaming and nomadic
Searching for a spot
To call home.
I give of myself
Making the journey
One that is
Hopefully memorable.
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Pale In Comparison A Poem
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Publié :18/2/2020 9h16
Dernière mise à jour :20/2/2020 11h55 14034 vues
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How can I compete with her?
She acts like a hooker
Or a whore
Giving you a blowjob
In your car.
Something I doubt I would do.
For fear of public exposure.
With her excitement is there.
My blow jobs no matter
How enthusiastic and
Full of tender loving care
And the result still
Getting you off
And yes I am a good girl
Because I swallow
They pale in comparison
Because of what she dares.
I have let you go.
Your mind, your needs
Beyond my area of expertise.
I can't compete
With someone who
Has no limits.
For they will
Never be reached.
It is hard fathom
How on one hand
You want someone
Prim and proper
For a long term relationship
But will do a wanton woman
As a friend with benefits.
I guess I am between
The descriptions.
For you found here
Not a traditional dating website
So while I am not lily white
I am just beyond the pale
Not good enough
For anything long term.
The mind games played
My heart destined .
The time must come
When I walk away.
Will it be today?
Will it be today?
Where will I get the strength?
I am such a sucker
For your various traits.
Our time together
Always seems bittersweet.
As I contemplate
That this will invariably end.
When you need that
Wanton woman
Or that prim and proper one
Who meets that perfect
Public profile.
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So Easy For Me To Leap A Poem
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Publié :12/2/2020 21h56
Dernière mise à jour :13/2/2020 19h31 14765 vues
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My words were simple.
They were not deep.
They were intimate
But not mentioning
How he made
My heart beat.
What I felt for him
I have felt many a time
Simply put
It was infatuation.
So easy for me to leap.
To fall into love with him.
In fact my heart
Has toyed with it
Knowing it might be
A painful venture.
Dare I even contemplate.
He has warned me
About reason and emotion.
Once upon a time
He even said
He was not going to be
My forever love.
That was months ago.
I wonder if that thought
Has changed at all?
Could the lust he feels
Be so remarkable
That I am the one
With whom he can settle down?
Ah! wouldn't that be
My dream come true!
Sex out of this world
And intellectual discourse
About topic after topic.
Yes, this man is
The prime example
Of a sapiosexual.
Wouldn't it be hollow though
If his heart is made of stone?
I have seen glimpses here
And there of instances
In which he cared
And showed humility
But they were rare.
So my recent words
Were simple
Albeit intimate
But nowhere near
What my heart
Really needed
Or wanted.
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Love Me Over And Over Again. A Poem
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Publié :12/2/2020 12h10
Dernière mise à jour :13/2/2020 19h32 14661 vues
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Love me
Then leave me.
Those are not
The directions I would give.
In fact were if anyone to ask
I would give the exact opposite.
Love me
Then stay
Love me over
And over again.
I promise
To give as good as I get
Because I am ever
Mindful of reciprocation.
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Maintain My Demeanor A Poem
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Publié :11/2/2020 18h57
Dernière mise à jour :11/2/2020 18h58 13739 vues
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I have to maintain my demeanor
I will not sink to being uncivil.
He was friend who came through
When no one else would
That I should not discount
Because I am presently hurt.
I am not vindictive.
I will keep my scars
Hidden from view.
My heart pierced
But still beating
And healing.
Time works like magic.
I will be true to myself.
Not meek nor mild.
Just knowing that men
Invariably let me down.
Would that one could
Come along
Who breaks that mold.
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Where I Stand A Poem
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Publié :10/2/2020 17h30
Dernière mise à jour :11/2/2020 17h42 14783 vues
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I am not going to reach out.
I am tired of being the one
Who kept in touch.
If they miss me
Let them text or call.
What if they don't.
Can I accept that fate?
At least I will know
Where I stand
If they care at all.
Sorry if I sound bitter
Or resentful
Can you blame me?
Isn't it only natural?
When one cares for someone
And finds out
That care was for naught?
The time has come
To let the chips fall
Or the banner get
Get taken up
And someone else
To wave it
Or stand guard
In this relationship.
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Hello Again Blogland
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Publié :9/2/2020 15h06
Dernière mise à jour :11/2/2020 17h34 13522 vues
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Hello again everyone!
Sorry I have been off the blogs for a bit. I hope to spend a little more time writing and commenting in the coming days and weeks. I hope everyone is doing well so far this year. 
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Never Speak The Words A Poem
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Publié :9/2/2020 15h03
Dernière mise à jour :11/2/2020 17h43 11895 vues
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I guess it's good
I never told you
I loved you.
I never said the words.
I saved myself
That knowledge
You would not have
Cared or bothered
Except to say
You are sorry
That I felt so much.
When you did not share
My feelings.
You might have said
Sorry I was hurt.
You didn't mean
For that to happen.
Is this the lesson?
Never speak the words?
They almost slipped
This last time.
What a fool
I would have been.
You would have told me
How foolish I was
How I misread the signals.
You were just a man.
In a passionate moment
Nothing special
Any woman would do.
In fact another woman texted
While we were together
But I didn't know.
So the lesson from now
Let him tell me first.
How long should I wait?
Weeks, months, years?
I am not getting any younger.
My heart is not the strongest
I will keep it safe as best I can
Words will not escape
That can be thrown back
Discarded as unwanted
And worthless to them.
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