Ode to Miss ConnectionLike dying autumn leaves, blowing in the wind, she fears the brightly colored packets of her words of love will be scattered by the cold winds of The Net. Texted, Twittered, ‘Booked and sent never to be see for those whom they were meant. She’ll not go to him, praying for some obscure kismet to hide her cowardice.
You Are...I AmI wake and we're together
me inside of you you wrapped around me Your fce before, below me. I am hard. You are soft. You peer through freckled innocence You are knowing I am learning Though separate we move as one I press into you You yield for me Our boundaries blur tigether Your soft begats my hard My hard begats your soft. Breath to breath, comingle I see only you You see only me Your youthful face betray Your pain is your pleasure My pleasure is your pain Yet together we explode Your softness in my hard My hardness in your soft Our waking sleep dissapates You release me I slip from you And the day divides us I am Conrad You are Chloe The PassingIt felt good to pass her, breast to chest, in the close confines of the stairwell; as if she took something from me, comfort perhaps. I had gone to be sure the outside door was latched; she to walk her dog. Moments before a man had left her apartment, the one below mine muttering, upset "How American!"
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Hiding
She sits across from me
hiding behind her hair Reading from her books Her legs extended, beckoning from beneath her skirt covered, but not enough I image her to read Jane Austin I image kissing her lips They part for me, my tongue My finger runs up inside of her thigh under her hem to touch in a way that arouses This reality exists not in this the reality we agree upon the reality we share together In that reality she wears tights and leggings covering the soft skin of her thighs and lips And she hides behind her hair knowing despite my averted gaze that I Make love to her in some other place, time reality where strangers aren't Strange that is I am
....aware of her presence beside me
....aware of her crossed legs .....aware of their smooth perfection ....aware of her pointed toe against my calf ....aware of her arm aside mine ....aware of our forearms nearly merging ....aware of her awareness of me ....aware of a melding ....aware of what could be ....aware of our closeness ....aware of our distance ...aware of her marriage |