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He Let GoPicture This:He Let Go
A girl on a cliff Vulnerable and unsure Innocent yet not pure Reaching out for a cure
All she wants is a grip Someone to pull her up To hold her tight To make her feel safe
Yes, she may be childish But when she laces her shoes and takes her mark She's looking for him to stop her
Stop her from running away Stop her from playing games Stop her from refusing to be loved
Yet, like all others He loosened his grip Thinking he was doing best He let her go
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I Love HimHe gives me sweet fire An awakening,I Love Him
A rebirth A desire to be better To love deeper
I can’t help it I love him I can’t control it I won’t control it
For this feeling is delectable He is the twist in my lemonade The back rub after a long day He puts that sway in my hips He makes my backbone slip
I…..Mmmmmm Simply, Undeniably, Unabashedly Love him
by *epar-em
ThanksgivingHow I wish I were that turkey Dead and gone Not to be with his family Dysfunctional and allThanksgiving
Uncle Pete in the corner Getting drunk on booze Cousin Veronica at the table Telling us about her fake boobs
This is a time to give thanks To family and friends Just six-teen more hours before this day Comes to a frightful end
As we sit at the table Already to bow our heads Aunt Carol stops us to announce “I’m Muslim again”
We pass the food around Without much conversation Until little Timmy asks loudly
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The Church HatHoney chil’! What my church hats has been through.The Church Hat
Done been through 11 funerals,
9 weddings, 14 deaconess board meetings Easter upon Easter 25 choir concerts 22 Old Country Buffet dinners Over 1,300 11 o'clock services My hats been around, sometimes more than me. It keeps me sharp, I tell ya.
When my waistband snaps at me,
My shoes make me scream in pain,
And my bra just don’t wanna fit right.
It’s my hat, my church hat Shields me from that burning sun,
Gives me cover when the pastor puts me to sleep,
And gives me refuge whe
by *epar-em
Letters to Life
ConceptionThe very moment eyes saw God, the angles sang, and my body gave way to ecstasy; you arrived. As we lay in bed, breathless, there you were forming, settling; making a home in my womb. I do apologize for my post-coital ciggi. I promise, when you make your presence known, I'll stop.Conception
I lean over and kiss your father; telling him I love him. I won't truly know what that word means until you arrive. A passing thought flutters my brain as I look at the date on the clock. Did we just...Could we have created...I giggled and lay down, caressing your fathers chest.
I float through dream land and see you, my beautiful embryo. P
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The First InklingHere I am in my closet, staring at a white dress. Normally, I would have grabbed it and put it on but I never where white when the red flood is escaping. Just then I realized Moses had not arrived, he was not parting the sea, and had not in seven days. As I clutch the white dress, I notice my clammy hands, and how my mouth is suddenly filling with saliva. I feel an unfamiliar wave in my stomach and run to the bathroom.The First Inkling
As I pray to the porcelain gods, I swear I feel you move. I can imagine you setting up shop. Making your bed, settling in with a cup of tea, waiting patiently to grow. The thought quickly fades as another wave of
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Devilish Grin
She Had MeHer fingers on my skin Feeling peaks rise on my valleys She touches me relentlessly My body falls submissively I grab her hair forcefully Kissing her lips hungrily She wrapped my arms around her tightlyShe Had Me
I spread my legs Reaching each hemisphere My lips, my thighs..wanted her here I let her go below me without any fear And I screamed her name to every constellation near
I arched my back I bit down on my lips Mmmm she was getting that clit I screamed her name with each subtle lick
I cascade to the bed Feeling oh so sublime
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