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Cannot get enough

 

I am not obsessive

in any way,

nor compulsive

by nature.

 

I do not have fetishes

or fixations,

crazes

crushes

cravings,

infatuations

or fads.

 

I do not have dependencies

or tendencies

towards addiction

 

But I truly

cannot get enough

of your body.

.

.

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Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Message

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My phone

vibrates

in the pocket

of my faded

ancient Levis

tingling

like a faint

electric shock

against my thigh.

 

Even though

the buzz

the purr

the whirr

does not alter

I always know

without a glance

when the message

comes from you.

.

.

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Posted by on December 1, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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So many ways

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A zipper

a button

a bow

a clip

a clasp

a hook

an eye

a belt

a lace

a ribbon

a tie

a buckle

a stud

a popper

a pin.

 

So many ways

to remove your clothes

so many ways

to reveal your skin.

.

.

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Posted by on November 27, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Blown away

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You move through my day

like a sigh

like a breath

like a whisper

like warm air

like a soft breeze

like a wild wind

like a sea storm

like a tempest

like a hurricane

and I am blown away

by all of them.

.

.

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Posted by on October 29, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Sports car

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You have such

elegant

sleek

slender

stylish

svelte

pure

perfect

classy

classic

sports car

curves.

 

Driving you

would be

a delight.

.

.

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Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on September 6, 2016 in D/s, Poetry

 

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Beautiful violence

Art by Annick Bouvattier

There is

a beautiful violence

in the way her hips roll

like thunder

her eyes flash

defiance

and her heels

sound like gunfire

as she walks

across a room.

.

.

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Posted by on June 1, 2016 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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In my youth ….

Art by Annick Bouvattier

A girl like you.

In my youth I would have fought other boys for the right to walk you home. Wearing the scars like a badge. Or I would have wandered backwards and forwards past your house , hoping to catch a glimpse of you at a window. Or long for you to see me, a shadowy figure beneath the street light, and think me romantic.

In my youth I would have carved presumptuous initials into innocent trees, into battered park benches, into tables, and desks, and the backs of chairs – not caring if I was caught. Or that you would disapprove if you knew.

In my youth I would have sought you out at dances, making a mess of my over rehearsed lines. I would have asked a friend to give you messages – which you would probably receive with a frown.

In my youth I would have made up a hundred heroic stories in my head where I come to your rescue. Saving you from the clutches of the mob, the grip of an assailant, the jaws of death. Or perhaps just finding your lost dog.

In my youth I would have written you tortured poems, toiled over for hours, scrawled on stolen paper, that would never leave the pocket of my faded denim jeans.

In my youth I would have wished for the internet, if I could have seen into the future.

Yet here I am. Connection at my fingertips. Posting pointless poetry.

That you will probably never read

A girl like you.

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Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2016 in Still Life

 

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