I said "Never again" just under twenty years ago.
and
like the Raven, I quoth that statement again & again.
and, each time I try again, it's worse... than simply,
stubbin my toe.
Cross-legged thoughts
Cross-legged I sit on the edge of my bed
a myriad thoughts whirling round in my
head, as I dwell on the past and how it’s
impacted on who I am and what I do. And
I have to wonder, if she ever knew just what
she did, they day she ripped my heart in two?
She had taught me it was okay to trust again,
while having interests in a young man to move
onto, talking of a tomorrow that never came.
An now I am here, sitting cross-legged on my
bed, wondering why I must ask all this again?
Looking up into her almond-shaped eyes, heightened by kohl, I run my hands up her nylon-clad legs and parting her thigh’s with persistent hands, I lap at and lathe at her moist petals of flesh, as her hands grasp at my hair; and I’ll concede, I didn’t care as her moans and groans describe to me, that what I’m doin this night is right.
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Love it.
awe the strums of lust
Come the dawn, after the rain of the night, I rise my limbs aching, with bleary eyes; and after a coffee, a wash and housework, I take myself out for a stamp and, I smell the clean, fresh air of the morn. And all-of-a-sudden, my senses come awake and, I make my way home, to write of my way of the day.
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