Micheal

His eyes are like an Egyptian Painting–
The envy of all women who polish on eye liner–
Full of deep and inviting chocolate
His hair is always different, and always great
We assume he’s just another 30….
Sexy and polished, like chalcedony
He wears his suits a bit to tight
But everything falls in all the right places
His words are professional and kind
An [...]

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Ken

Indecency
There really is no other word
Not a single thought comes to mind
Of something I’d like to do to him
That would be permissible in public

There are too many angles
Along his face
That I need to soften
With nuzzling kisses
There are too many ties
And buttons
That I need to weave past
Too many tendons
I have to bite
Along [...]

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Frost

He sends me messages at work
Messages
May I remind you–
Words on a screen–
No more to the eye
Than flat letters against blaring white
And yet
He induces his aura
Through this stream of electronic banter
Of flirtation, and wit, and fantasy
In which I am a poetic dominatrix
In a banker’s suit
That comes back from her lunch break
With her [...]

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Schemes

Never
Waste a word
But, O,
How they flow
Your streams
Of thought

I bought
Every glass
You sold to me
And drank
To the want
Of your arms
Washing over me

You see
We speak
Of the same
Simple dreams-
Mine without
The Schemes-
But how you
Fascinate
How you
Captivate
How you lock
Words in
With your eyes
On me

Can I blame
The current
That cast me here
Clearly
Too late
To swim
In your sea?

O, wash ashore
Again
I cannot [...]

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Fruitless Searches (todd’s poem)

No whip cream
For my strawberry
He fed it to me
Bitter sweet
Still, I asked
For another
Because I’d had nothing
To eat
But he made me search
For the bowl!
So I got on my hands
And knees
It didn’t please me
But was I suppose to starve?
I marveled at his feet
I could’ve kissed them
Had they not
Been moving so fast
Then at last
His [...]

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