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a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever(y) mirror is pre-positioned,
accidentally angled just so, lol,
her image transported from living room to dining alcove
all the way to the kitchen’s bleacher seats

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m swelling and
sinning

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
alice Mar 2019
the tears well up
your heart surges with pain
the thoughts race through your head
and the urge to scream is there, churning
like a fire just ignited
sparks come from the fire, burning up your face
the flames lick the edge of your heart, threatening to burn more than just a few precious things
but you realize that its been burning for ages
you just haven't realized it
and your skin is black like charcoal
and your eyes are bloodshot from tears
and your screaming but your screams have melted away like wax
and you sit there, waiting
for the embers to die out
eeee tried something new!
alice Mar 2019
You are the most annoying dog I've ever seen
You whine and beg to be put on our laps but when we do
You whine and beg to be put down
You get car sick whenever we drive you around
You have an ugly high pitched bark

You aren't even that cute

But when you were on the verge of death
We felt bad for you
And that, my friend, is why you still exist in my life.
my doggie has a lot of issues but deep down I still love him
alice Mar 2019
Rows of pastel houses lining the springy green grass
Green
Blue
Yellow
The soft sound of wind chimes is heard in the distance
Ring-a-ling
Ring-a-ding
Her long brown hair is swept up in the gentle breeze like waves looking up at an everlasting sunset
any feedback?
alice Mar 2019
take it in.
the sunset that seems to be so close yet so far.
the dark outline of the familiar lighthouse.
and the ocean waves.
the beautiful, blue waves.
gently lapping over another wave.
but i can only stay for a bit.
i have places to be.
:o)

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