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Claire Spencer Aug 2010
You were worried you would be too old
for that **** black vest
WHAT i texted back, annoyed

You were so beautiful next to your old friend
Body hard chiseled cut and toned
easy you being noticed in the crowd

Women smiled into your eyes
dropping that gaze quickly to your
pecs, those abs, whip cord waist line

to the throne of your powerful thighs
ending on a note of pure OH MY
you in a **** black vest

How old are you
Who cares, really look around us here
Men and women are glancing

They see what i see in its entirety
a young god on holiday
down from the east just striding by
*dedicated to Pop Rock Awards 2010*
Claire Spencer Aug 2010
when you kissed me i used to wish for more
when you touched me i made my own store
of all the ways i wanted to know me more
as your loving never made me sore

when he kisses me my lips just sigh
regret that's so fat and delicious a thing
could finish in a moment's breath
cant take the parting of his warmth from mine

when you left me i secretly helped myself to wine
you didnt know i drank that stuff, how divine
you called to be sure i was hurting something fine
didnt want u to come back, so i played the line

when he leaves to just go into the next room
i mope so hard, so deeply bereft for his next move
he laughs at my loving grunts, my sharp teeth nibbling
oh you know he rubs my back and kisses my nose

when you moved on and had your baby with her
you hid this, thinking i'd somehow be bitter
you tragically carried this riddle all winter
swearing everyone to secrecy, including viktor

when he came with certainty and we became three
we kissed each other everywhere we could touch
he mussed my hair and laid his palm on that belly
protective, possessive, in love so much, so into me
Claire Spencer Jul 2010
So we should steal away
while away this rainy afternoon
after that long silent drive
to this lil corner of a spot
in the bush, arises a seedy inn

you hop out, i follow, never to wait in the car
you put down a fake name, but your money's real
we wink at another couple, just so
they look down giggling
she squeezes his hand just that much tighter
we don't need to hold hands

you just need to look at me
like i was what's for dinner
like i was the only thing in the room
like i wasn't naked, waiting
like it is only my eyes you can see

and then i'm looking up at the perfect form of you
your chiseled body curved like an S
over mine, undulating
you are hard at work
and i love the bunch and curl of your arms, legs

****, your **** deserves its own verse
like if we dancing naughty out somewhere
you have me pressed up against a wall this bed
doing some kind of wicked slow jive
is it jazz you hear that makes your hips wind so
i know how you make me feel
but it is amazing  watching you do it

my own face is unlike my features
my eyes are blurry from forcing myself
to watch us, fighting not to sink down
close my eyes and fall into this pleasure
i wanna see everything my lover does to me

but i can't hold it, i can't resist what comes
there's this drumming sensation echoing out
my heart, my whole body surges up
past the many views of you
and i go that place where there are no images
just light

still, i keep myself still
and slowly i'm back in
the tangle of your worn body
my sated form
greets me on my winded return
Claire Spencer Jul 2010
When you are on the Pill
You should be off a lot of things
doubt, fear, surprise

but this is a different drug
a numbing heart warming
thundering ton of fun

slip sliding down
into another world
where you feel less and less

here is my take
you give up the best
when you fake it

upsetting, dredging, crushing
you figure you made a mistake
panic flares and the cramps assail

oh god, he said whining
your heart shivering
i thought you were

on the pill

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