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I Feel Lonelier Today. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 15, 2018 6:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2018 1:59 pm
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I feel lonelier today.
You will not be
A part of my day.
That ended last night
When we had
An altercation.
I wouldn't label it
A fight.
For a guy who
Prides himself
On his strength
You didn't seem
To be able to handle
The truth.
You couldn't see
What to others
Was plainly visible.
You didn't lash out
For that I grateful.
But I the bearer
Of harsh news
And for that I will suffer.
Yes I lonelier today
I sad that
You won't be there for me.
I not strong
I don't pretend to be.
I might be a fool
To be weak
I might be a fool
To think other people
Can help me through.
My times of trouble
And strife
That people can be helpful.
I would have liked
For both of us
To be there for each other.
To fend off
Our demons together
To fight alongside
One another.
But that will no longer
Be possible
For you have shunned me
For telling the truth.
And on my part
Sadness ensues.
As loneliness becomes
My new normal.
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My Moments Aplenty. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 14, 2018 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2018 8:44 am
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I know you've given
Up on me
You've written me off
As uninteresting.
At times I myself
Would agree
But not indefinitely.
For I have my moments
And believe me
They are aplenty.
So while you seek
Someone with
Some other qualities.
I will be seeking the same.
Someone who values me
And wants to experience
One of my moments.
And if he finds them good
May he make them plenty.
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The Best Of Kissing. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 14, 2018 3:35 pm
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2018 11:07 pm
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It's in his kiss.
It's urgency.
It's tenderness.
His lips.
His tongue.
And their interaction
With mine.
Yes. Their intermingling!
How wet is it?
It may not seem
Like a romantic subject
But there is
A fluid exchange.
Yes saliva
Is in the mix.
Let's hope
One has a refreshing scent
With freshly brushed teeth
Or the use of mouth wash
Or gum
Or a mint.
Press
Pressure
Breath
Breathing
Giving
As good
As one is getting.
It's all there
In the best
Of kissing.
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Loyalty. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 12, 2018 9:30 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2018 3:15 pm
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You have baggage
It really is unimaginable.
My heart breaks
For multiple reasons
You are so pulled
And torn from emotions.
I offer whatever I can
To ease your pain
And stress.
But you can't
Or won't accept.
It was growing.
I think it was
For both of us.
But this reemergence
Of baggage
Caused it to stop.
I don't know
If you can
Keep up
Even a dialogue.
For loyalty
Is strange
And you feel obligated.
So I am in
A holding pattern.
Wondering if I should
Change direction.
Find a new destination.
Because honey
My fuel and time
Are not unlimited.
You joked about
Thinking your baggage
Was lost by American airlines.
But this is really
No laughing matter.
It's heart wrenching.
I'm not sure I can
Truly know what you
Are enduring.
But I commiserate
And will be there
If you need a friend.
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Thoughts About Baring Assets. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 12, 2018 7:43 am
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2018 6:17 am
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I understand the allure.
It's to feel wanted.
Attractive to the opposite sex.
Show them all
Of your assets.
But could it be better
To leave something
To their imaginations?
I think you make
Yourself one-dimensional
A sex object only
Can you afford
The rest of you
Being ignored?
I am hesitant
To bare it all
For strangers.
Is this a hang up?
Or is my being reserved
A good alternative?
Not to say I
Would never venture
To a nude beach.
But at such a place
Everyone is on the same
Level playing field.
Everyone's an exhibitionist.
And there it's not
Just about being a sex object
It's about cavorting
With nature.
There is the idea
That if you have it
Flaunt it.
I suppose I can't fault
That prevalent attitude.
But it still goes back to
What do you want
Others to think of you?
If they like your exterior
Will your interior
Receive it's due?
I just realized
I spoke an Local Shemale Hookups taboo
Someone's feelings
And thoughts
Could be considered drama
Or having strings attached
And we all know
That most folks
Do not want
Any of that.
So with all due respect
I leave you to your own opinion.
Ouch! I think there is
Another touchy Local Shemale Hookups subject
Aretha Franklin might have
Something to say about it
In fact I'm sure
She would spell it out
And she was only asking
For a little bit.
Would that we all
Give and receive it.
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The Effect Of Your Voice A Poem
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Posted:Aug 12, 2018 12:15 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 8:31 am
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I missed your voice
I could hear you talk
All night long.
But you said
You were tired.
Your voice huskier than usual
Your tiredness discernible
So we agreed to
End the call.
You with A TTYL
Which I had to have
You repeat
As I couldn't understand
It sounded so garbled.
I said goodnight
And thank you for calling.
I got my fix
Of your voice
For the moment.
It's like a weight
Was lifted off.
Seriously that is how
It felt.
I could sigh now
Breathe easier
Your voice like
A comforter
When a chill is in the air.
That fills me
With such warmth.
Some folks believe in pheromones
For me it's an auditory attraction.
We have joked
That you ain't no
Barry White
That is true
But you might
Be comparable
To Sam Elliot
And Seth Rogan.
One is an inveterate ladies man
The other a character/comedian.
You know well
Your effect on me.
Not sure you really believe
I am telling the truth.
Keep talking baby
You will have your proof.
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Morning Sex Participants. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 11, 2018 9:32 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2018 8:24 am
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What would you do
If you awoke
And I was stroking
And sucking your cock?
Would you say
Whoe baby!
Or just groan
And moan?
What would you say
If I said
I want to fucking ride you!
Would you shake your head?
Or say Please, go ahead! Yes!
I would throw one leg
Over yours
Position myself
To be impaled
On your hard cock
Now standing straight up.
I would moan
As I eased all the way down.
How it felt glorious!
I would start moving
Down and up
Up and down.
You couldn't help yourself
You reach for my boobs
Cupping them at first
Then pinching my nipples.
I bend down
You kiss me
Just what I wanted.
Mmmmmm
We murmur in unison.
I straighten up
You take my outstretched hands
We are so into this!
This glorious rhythm.
We are building
To something!
Can you guess?
A climax?
A mutual oragasm?
That would make
This morning perfect!
Ah morning sex!
What a way
To start the day!
Would you say
You would be
A more than willing participant?
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Tell Folks How You Fell In Love A Poem
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Posted:Aug 11, 2018 7:52 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2019 12:23 am
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Someday I want you
To tell the story
Of how you felll
In love with me.
Not to put words
In your mouth
But this is what
I can forsee.
Tell folks how we talked
About any and everything
How we laughed
About funny anecdotes
How we both
Thought we were ourselves
Each pretty amusing
And entertaining.
Tell folks how we flirted
How I loved
The sound of your voice.
How I was so
Very complimentary.
That you couldn't help
Feeling good about yourself.
Tell folks that I had
A big heart
That I was compassionate.
That I was supportive
And wanted the best
For you and yours.
That I was quick
To offer kisses and hugs
Virtual to start
But the affection
Was real in person.
Ah yes! In person
How our chemistry
Was off the charts!
My green eyes
Taking in all of you
Like I couldn't get enough!
You had never seen
That level of hunger
Of desire
That translated into passion.
They don't really need
The intimate details.
Let them use
Their imaginations.
Suffice it to say
Time was never wasted
In the bedroom!
Tell them finally
That it was my honesty
I was simply
A good person.
Who loved wholeheartedly
Who gave so much
Asking little in return
It was just my nature
To treat others
As I would like to be treated.
Making people smile
And their days brighter.
This was not written with anyone in particular in mind. I have no clue really why guys fall in love. Although to me it seems that it is possibly superficially related to looks. I could use some guys' opinions on the matter. If you are of the opinion that love is overrated or doesn't matter that is not the attitude I am looking for... LOL.
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My Brand Of Chatterbox A Poem
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Posted:Aug 10, 2018 7:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 11, 2018 5:32 am
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I can be a chatterbox
I can talk quite a lot.
I can talk about
This and that
Some of it may
Make sense
Some of it may
Seem like a rant.
Some of it follows
In a straight line.
Some of it goes off
On a tangent
Some even seem
Like a roller coaster ride.
People get used to
This quality about me
Or they dismiss me entirely.
What should I do
When the latter happens?
Should I be depressed
That I have been
Judged harshly?
Should I realize
That I not
Everyone's cup of tea?
The saying
You can't please everybody
Is correct
Wouldn't you agree?
But still it stings
Something about me
Did not pass muster
I should say
Thank my lucky stars
That someone so judgemental
Was like the trash
Taking itself out.
I may have prattled on
But that is my nature
My mind wants
To make sense of things
It's curious and open.
Would that I were closed
And had not a curious bone?
How could I live with myself?
Too many thoughts
Bottled up
It's true I could save them
Write them down
If need be
But I like the exchange
Of ideas that chatting
And conversations engender
And bring about.
Yes I a chatterbox
But I also listen too
My compassion and empathy
Can be considered
Top notch
I not just saying this
I feel for other people
Caring about others
Is instinctive.
Do you know
When I silent?
Perhaps when you are speaking
And I trying to absorb
What you are saying.
But if silence grows
Between us
That is what
Can be worrisome.
An awkward silence
I have been known
To plug it up
With inane chatter.
There are different
Kinds of chatterboxes.
The know-it-alls,
The knowledge snobs
Pretentious to a fault.
That is not me
I know my knowledge
Is never and ever
Will be complete.
Even an education
From the ivy league.
Does not make one
An expert in all things.
Humility and being humble
Along with candor
And an open mind
Are what my brand
Of Chatterbox contains.
Now to employ
A successful marketing scheme.
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A Morning Reverie. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 9, 2018 4:11 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2018 6:39 pm
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I awake.
I look across at you.
At your face.
How I long to touch
To caress
And trace your features
Starting with your eyebrows
Then your eyes
Nose and lips.
At first with my fingertips
Then I want
My lips to follow
The same path.
I am smitten!
As you would say.
To which I laugh
And say that word
Is so old-fashioned
And quaint
And mumble
Hardly under my breath
But quite accurate.
You are still asleep
This was my morning reverie.
When you awake
These actions I may take.
But hopefully add
Many more
To make this not
Just a good morning
But great!
As we, to use
Two other old words
Fornicate
And consummate
Our feelings
Whether love on my part
Or just lust on yours.
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The Parts You Want. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 8, 2018 6:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2018 12:36 pm
1260 Views
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You want to take me apart.
Just deal with the parts you want.
I can understand this urge
Parts of me can be too much.
I shouldn't fault you.
There are parts you have
That I could do without.
The ones that can discard
Others so easily.
The ones that dismiss people
And act nonchalantly.
I suppose I just care more
About the whole person.
It can cost me more
In the long run.
My emotional Investments
Rarely get returned.
In fact I'm surprised
I am not bankrupt
In the emotion department.
What would it look like
To meet someone
Who thinks like me?
Who values the whole
The sum and the parts?
If I ever find this person
I'm sure I will write about it
Until then I wonder
If I can deal with parts of me
Receiving attention
And not the rest.
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What Do I Expect? A Poem
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Posted:Aug 7, 2018 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2018 6:10 am
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I think I am done
At least for a while.
I just am sick
And tired
Of the games men play.
Hot for me one day
And then act like
I don't exist the next.
I really want to tell
Them then to just
Go fuck themselves.
But I only think it instead.
What this is
Is cavalier treatment.
I should tell the perpetrators
That I am not
There to be used.
It's true
People can become busy
But that very statement
Could be communicated
Instead of be exhibiting silence.
What do I expect
This is Local Shemale Hookups after all
Full of selfish
Ill mannered oafs.
I have to weed them out.
It is just tiresome
And my system can fail
When players
And dishonest folks
Sneak through.
I should be mad!
But I am hurt too!
What do I expect?
How about being treated
Like they themselves
Would like to be.
A little respect
For my thoughts
And feelings.
Is that too much to ask?
Apparently from a large
Number of folks
On Local Shemale Hookups it is.
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You Are An Artist. A Poem
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Posted:Aug 6, 2018 8:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2018 12:50 pm
1577 Views
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There's no doubt
You are an artist.
I can't wait to sample
Some of your work.
This making out
You talk about.
With your lips and tongue.
You paint a vivid picture
Of a moment
Full of passion.
With the brush of your lips
With the swipe and swish
Of your tongue
Making another person
Your captive
Desire envelopes them
Then begins the full onslaught.
You, the make out artist
Doing your best work.
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