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601
I remember this place.
The small noises you'd make.
In the corner where the bed frame,
Lays and still shakes for me in my head.
Quakes.
Falls silently dead.
Again.

601.
Paper thin walls.

I remember this place.
The shapes your face made.
The way your waist played.

3 intimate words.
Each one, a shaking, slamming door.
"**** me harder"
My body does it's chores.

Once more.
I've torn my self away from the floor.
Crawled into the bed and wore,
Your body around mine, your arms, your legs, an infinitely warming form to explore, to spread apart and reform.
Each move of mine,
Unsure.
My Limbs and yours
Consort.
We are the wind and the beating roar.
We are the storm. We are the storm.

Your lips felt like needles on my neck.
Your body was sore, your body was tense,
body, sore, tense, aching was your spine.
And good god, you know I'll message every part yours, with every part of mine.
 May 2014 Francesca
Tommy Johnson
Double edged sword
You gave them your word
Not a necessity
But a possessive desire
Got burnt by the fire
But it felt so good

Doing new things you’ve never done before
Inhibitions released and spirits soar
New trails being blazed and opened doors
Then the question come up, what you really here for?

When they’re happy it’s because they love you
When they’re ***** it’s because they wanna *******
When they’re mad all they wanna do is diss you
And when they’re sorry it’s because you got a shoulder to cry on and sympathetic tissues

And the situations can be reciprocal
As you put each other on that pedestal
You try to fit in each other’s schedule
And be together in the time residual

Sometimes you wanna **** them
Then you look back at the times when
You used to think they might have been heaven sent
And made changes and sacrifices as if every day was Lent

The break up
The make up
The forgiveness ****
All that nonsense for what?

To get your blood boiling
Just part of everyday mortal coiling
Suffer in the pain just toiling
Just forget about it blow it off its just annoying

You talk about kids, a house and a family
During a late night-early morning talk over some coffee
Thinking about the future is interesting
But you can’t predict so just wait and see

Then you got that real drama
Like a ******* soap opera
Know when it’s coming it ain’t ever a shocker
Just keep your mouth shut to keep good karma

Double edged sword
You gave them your word
Not a necessity
But a possessive desire
Got burnt by the fire
But it felt so good

Thinking they’re gonna be the death of you
But it doesn’t matter when it’s just them and you
In bed getting close making moves
Not caring letting loose with nothing to prove

Because you both know about that ***
That it’s just the best
When you ain’t gotta worry what comes next
And all the dramatic and arguments can be put to rest

All the jealousy
Emotionally
Devotionally
Taking its toll you see

Misunderstandings
Demanding
Reprimandings
Seeing where you’re both standing

This whole time I’ve been talking about you and I
You’re the only thing take makes me aware that I’m alive
The reason I survive
Every day with you on my side

So stop with the opposition
I got one mission
No compromising positions
So look me in the eye and listen

I love you
I hate you
I need you
I want you

I don’t know what’ll happen today
And tomorrow’s too far away
We're way past yesterday
I guess what I’m trying to say is

All that matters is you and me
And all that we can ever be
Is loyal and honest to the highest degree
And try to take it one step at a time rationally
And walk hand in hand through our clandestine destiny

Double edge sword
I gave you my word
She got the best of me
I’m no liar
So cut me, slash me
I’d die for her
Your mind, I can read through the mirror of dark eyes,
no iris reading technology this, an ancient practice of lovers
disagreement creeps in to your naughty mind
don't I read it's alphabets and words?
you still smile and act amiable,
just to mislead me and  hide your war tactics.
this little game of ours has a subtext of lust,
in bed we translate it to a physical duel
half moons of my nails etch  blood mark all over  your back
your sharp teeth, give quick bites, lips nibble my earlobes,
love play quickly become a rough and tumble game
when you are the naked aggressor sitting above, I the victim,
moving up and down, we inch forward to culminate in sweet thunder,
you have your sweet revenge, my lover, like in times before,
dissolving your disagreements, in my willing surrender
to your charm,  warm naked body's entrapment, every time my dream
 May 2014 Francesca
Tommy Johnson
As I ponder what to write
I think of the only constant in my life
What’s kept me going and guessing
I speak of love

From the age of three I had the feeling
By the age of five a girl was stealing
My heart it was a little crush
It was still love

It was up in the air
The feelings weren’t returned
Fell in despair
My naïve heart was burned

At age eleven puberty had hit hard
There was a new girl a new start
She had a tight grip on my heart
What was lust I thought was love

High school came and changed my world
And that’s cause there were three girls
But the pain makes my toes curl
Another complicated tale of love
Its up in the air
My first real love
Two years toiled in pain
I didn’t care
I had gone insane


So naïve
So unsure
And now I grieve
But I want more

Soon after I started fresh
Now this one was the best
But I had doubts so I left
I walked out on love

You see it was too good to be true
I was ****** and worried and confused
I wanted her back but she refused
I don’t think I deserve love

Up in the air
She’ll never come back
I don’t care
It fades to black

Maybe I should be alone

Or go after lust

Answers never shown

And this feeling I don’t trust
It's up in the air
 May 2014 Francesca
CommonStory
Paper hearts
Coated in sugar
Sweet simple art
Lightly tread on edges thin
Living through warm smiles and dormant memories
Forever and ago we will reach fin
Side by side
Lightly caress to break my stationary casing
Barely close enough to confide
Hoping everything
Leaves a beat
An exigent effort to remember
Living by friable motions
Break with rain
Torn apart
You can't wear me down
I'm sustained by something paper thin
Stopping my heart with a touch at a time
She is naked and alone,
Everything hurts.
Tears slide down her gooseflesh *******,
They are cold and unkind.
Some catch at the corner of her mouth,
And the salt stings.
Baptised in pain and misery,
She raises her face to the unforgiving light
And closes her eyes, they ache and burn.
The tears run, then, to a different place
But they are still cold, they are still unkind,
Everything hurts.
She is naked and alone.
Poor sad girl, in pain. I don't know who she is, but she came to me in a dream.
 May 2014 Francesca
pj
Tell me
 May 2014 Francesca
pj
what can I do
if everything I did
push you further away from me?
 May 2014 Francesca
Parker
The leafs fall upon your grey
To me it’s all then fade away
Once we finally stalled, the miles couldn’t speak
Time is the only thing I fear in doses that are weak

Farewells capture the hollow of my heart
Get well attached with measures broken apart
Dares that laugh for books having to end
Our time is short my lovely friend

In storms of geography and pencil fading
In poetry’s tears and the woman I am dating
Every tic is of the essence
Every line pays a price
After it all crashes, what will survive?

Signs to wrong directions paint your face
Unspoken love songs fill the drains
Attached to her letter was what left her to cry
Oh how a life without you, I’d rather die

Romance dripped over cigarettes and wine
A poet’s trip on escaping crime
The bars are but windows to the miles ahead
Longing for her touch awake in my bed


Whispers that break silence are a timeless curse
Lovers dancing to violins on a sketchy curb
The pointless picture is within her flame
A love in my veins that only she can tame
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