02 Sunday Oct 2011
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undress, step into the shower, close your eyes
i’m in a dark tshirt and pajama pants, it’s not my turn to shower
the soap smells like jasmine with a cool zing of mint
i rub it in my hands to make my hands slippery
i can start at the top or bottom or middle, which would you prefer?
30 Friday Sep 2011
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wouldn’t it be lovely to wash a new found lover? imagine a walk-in shower and you can use your hands and whatever scent you choose, maybe peppermint for the tingling effect.
do you start at the top, bottom or in the middle. maybe you zigzag a bit, could be fun getting lost and not asking for directions.
yes, i have a rich fantasy life. cheers!
30 Friday Sep 2011
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it seems i am drawn to men who know a bunch of random stuff in great depth. quirky, smart. unconventional, maybe a little eccentric–like me. i didn’t really know that i was what someone would call eccentric until a one-legged, bi-polar painter told me so. takes one to know one.
i only seem to have one speed, fast forward, although i’m in training to slow it down.
when i love, i don’t hold back, i’m all in, free and clear. i may be love’s fool, but it’s by choice.
29 Thursday Sep 2011
Posted in desire, online dating, pomes, the one
that girl has such a plaintive look. sitting on your lap, she looking at me, you looking at her.
let’s let her decide if i’m scary or loving, a good woman, worth keeping around to scratch behind both your ears, between your fore legs.
29 Thursday Sep 2011
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desire is duplicitous
desire opens
the door to hope
disappointment follows
close at hand
29 Thursday Sep 2011
he is watery
rides the waves, hides in the curl
he pounds his way ahead of the wave to master it and stay in front
looks in his element
maybe he has gill slits
if i look, maybe i can find them
21 Wednesday Sep 2011
why am i drawn to the men that i am? what am i looking for? a safe harbor? nurturing? protective? loving?
most recently a dog with the most plaintive look, she sits on her man’s lap and he has eyes only for her. he is big, burly, looks like his arms could envelop me. i’d like that. he is a bit strange, mournful/soulful.
he looks at me and holds my gaze, then looks away.
gone.
21 Wednesday Sep 2011
Posted in desire, love, online dating
what we call chemistry when looking to meet that someone special, our soulmate, is really a function of evolution. it’s our gonads talking, wanting to fulfil the urge to keep the species going with improvements. it’s our gonads trying to override our brains and rule our hearts.
i used to call it magic. a feeling, illusive and indefinable, you know it if you feel it. it’s the endorphins kicking in.
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