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HB Oct 2010
I'm not one of those people
Who can bury that itch,
So very down deep
That they can't even scratch.

Certainly, most days, I'm satisfied with Me,
Just can't seem to be satisfied with Just me.

I want four hands, not two,
And four feet, covered in warm woolen socks between sheets.
I want clamoring voice from a throat that's not mine.
I want two heads, two hearts,
Two toothbrushes.

Different length hair in the shower
(You clean it out)
Accidental-shrunken work shirts
Cussing fights while I finish the laundry
Surprise apologies later.

Nights of scheduling compromise
Days of scheduling compromise
How many sick days can we skip work with?

I don't need some long-distance,

I cannot hug me
I cannot bury my face in my chest
And just breathe.
My arms don't reach far enough,
And I get a crick in my neck only to find that
My shirts just smell like cheap soap.

Not looking for marriage.
Ten years until kids.
Maybe a dog later on.
We'll walk it together, and you can bag the poo...

It could be I'm just too addicted to ***.
Or maybe I wear too much lingerie.
My corsets and evening gowns show too much of my flesh?
I know too many good random subjects for conversation?
My **** looks too good.
Your **** looks too good?

Pick one and tell me,
So I can  find that one thing
That keeps the timing from not lining up
Or lets me meet men that aren't married, or
Under 18, Under 21, Under-able to carry out a conversation with words longer than 2 syllables.

I probably won't even see it coming,
That day when I find that someone who satisfies Just Me.
But for now, can I please find
Someone to just satisfy me?
HB Oct 2010
Little bitty, battered bodies,
all broken and beat up.
Slathered in a spicy soy sauce,
tiny shrimplings I eat up.

Fast and fresh and greasy too,
fried and hot and sticky!
They take three minutes just to make,
till I crunch them little bitty!
Fresh-fried shrimp in Chinatown. Salt & Pepper Please!!
HB Oct 2010
I stood next to this guy, today
         And had to give him props.
'Cause when I farted next to him,
         He didn't call the cops.
My death-by-smell he did ignore,
         He even had me laughing!
When he said how he enjoyed
        A truly public gassing!
Sometimes my brain, it does very silly things...
HB Oct 2010
I weep and rage and want to fix
a pain I did not cause,
And rip wide into stupid men,
with sharpened deadly claws.

Some stuck from fear, and some from pain
and some just in denial,
For those I search, for those I reach,
and go the extra mile.
HB Oct 2010
2 a.m.
Dancing in shadow, feeling music
through the soles of our feet-
Creating need in each other
with slow, perfect rhythm
and hard, urgent kiss.
The consequence will be the same-
if we make love or if we don't.
At 2am I'll be missing you
more than you will know.

The desire to continue
flows through me with wicked tempting.
Touch you?
Like hot wax off a candle.
Stinging, burning, wanting.
Knowing it will be harder.
To let go.
To lay you on top of me.
Wanting it harder with that harder knowing.
I will perchance regret---
Only miss.

Till dawn.
We've got,
        and only that
Before you disappear through dew-covered grass.
So we lay,
     flat on my back.
Our scents tangled, vision blind,
      biting and swearing,
kissing and crying.

The light reveals your eyes to me.

I scream and rail, and push you off--
        I grab my clothes and run
Knowing you will never follow me.
        The dawn has killed our fun.
A collaborative piece with help from Ju. The entire first verse is hers. The second was my reaction to the first, and the third is in reaction to her saying "take it all the way till dawn!"
thank you Ju!
HB Oct 2010
The feel of you, it makes me hot,
To this, there's no denying.
You leave me aching little spots,
My hands,  in knots, are tying.

You make me sweat, and want to come
You make my ******* thicken.
Reach, and flick them with your thumb,
So my pulse begins to quicken.

There's nothing that could taste as sweet
As you, rolling on my tongue.
I want to slap you viciously,
Instead, my hair gets wrung.

Your hands, they pinch and poke and slap
All my jiggly wobbly bits.
Your tongue it finds my softest folds,
My senseless mindless ****.

I scream and rake my nails into
the bedpost where I'm bound.
You laugh and pound me harder still,
**** me into mattress-down.

Harder, I will squeeze you tight!
Squeeze you till we burst!
I cannot stop my actions now--
You bring out in me, the worst.

I'll forgive you when you let me come.
I'll forgive myself tomorrow.
When I'm an aching little **** again,
And you've left me feeling hollow.
Sometimes, the **** must come out...
HB Oct 2010
Her quickly flicking
     heels and hands
Her fan it flutters--
A silk-swift turn,
    with graceful place
Of foot, and wrist,
    and hand, to face.

With movements slow,
     then sudden dip
An open fan
      with subtle flick.
Her eyes, alone,
        hot glittering pits.
One glance enough
          to sear your wits.

Fast stop, twist-turn
     for flicked-up skirt,
Her movements close--
Arms thrown aloft,
      hard-panting sigh.
Thrown roses then--
      she's finished.
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