Smitten with Him

grown-up stuff happens here sometimes

Last Isn’t Always the Best Color

I’m not good enough to be anything but last.

How do I know?

People keep showing me

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Word of the Day: Fickle

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The Love of a Musician

You play my body like a harp

Plucking my consonant heartstrings

Strumming my musical pleasures

A cadence of body beats

Our moans a choral symphony

Harmonizing in melodious union

The gentle tintinnabulation of your fingers

Caressing me to a crescendo

Diminishing to a lullaby

Words inspired by:
The Love of a Musician
by Ivan Koulakov

 

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Tart

My sexy temptress

Thigh-high stockings, schoolgirl dress

Sweet enough to eat

from Pinterest

from Pinterest

Yesterday’s Daily Prompt: Tart
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Touch Me

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Fuck me right and fuck me now

Use my body

Give me a reason to cry

Pleasure

Pain

It’s all the same

When you’re touching me

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Ride the Waves

Lack of control

Like waves on the ocean

Sometimes lapping at the sides of the boat

Tickling and waving like a playmate

Enticing

Sometimes strong enough to knock out the full contents

Churning and punching like an enemy

Bent on demise

But, no matter any of that

There is still no control

Just the illusion of it

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Bitch On Fire

I hate being fake

Pretending to like someone

Because

I’m scared to make her angry

Because

I’m afraid to lose my job

Because

There is no nice way

To tell her that she’s a bitch-on-fire

BitchOnFire

P.S. Crazy girl at work has to take a “Communication Skills for Women” class. Woo hoo!! Karmic retribution!!

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“She’s Beautiful”

Wednesday evening, before I went skating, I recorded a version of a lovely poem by Da Absentee – “She’s Beautiful” – and emailed it to him.

It is amazing and beautiful and traumatic and agonizing all at the same time.

Reading it was like he was in my head.

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“Drink Me”

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Speechless and Senseless

Speechless…

I hate how there are tons of things I want to write to you; about you.

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