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Monica Lara Jan 2015
I've never thought twice about winks.
They've never really meant much to me.
I guess it's because I have no feelings for those donors.
Whenever boys wink at me, I brush them aside
the same way you brush my hair aside when
you lean in to kiss me.

I've never thought twice about winks
until I had the honor of receiving one from you.
My heart stopped for .02 seconds because
baby you looked so desirable at that moment.
I had to resist myself from throwing myself at you
and the look you gave me
and your smile that said:
..."I know you're craving me right now."

And you were right.
Thursday January 29, 2015
in your office
  Jan 2015 Monica Lara
Hayleigh
I want to feel
your soft lips pressed tightly
against my kiss
making their way across my cheek,
i want to feel,
you whisper in my ears
i want you
as our desires
admit defeat.

I want to feel
your fingers slowly make their way
down my neck,
and slide up my vest
i want to feel
your hot breath
dancing its way
across every inch
of my chest.

i want to feel
our bodies collide
as you make soft music
out of mine.
i want to feel you
draw pictures
out of the claw marks
along my spine.

I want to feel
your tongue
make its down my stomach
and between my thighs
i want to feel
your fingers slip
gently
inside.

I want to feel
you slowly
take your tongue and
those hungry red lips
cradling, caressing,
tasting, savouring
between my
pleading hips,

I want to feel
my palms smashing
into our
headboard
as I beg you,
again and again
please baby,
just once
more.

I want to feel
my legs shake,
as you create an
earth quake inside
of me
that'll leave me quivering
for days.

I want our pillows
embedded and engrained
scents, tastes
memories
that put our wildest
fantasies and dreams
to shame.
  Jan 2015 Monica Lara
Hayleigh
I love you
For everything that you are
For everything that you have been
And everything that you will ever be
I love you
For
The woman
You make out of me.
  Jan 2015 Monica Lara
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
  Dec 2014 Monica Lara
Jay fernandez
What I want and what I need are two different things
For instance I want you
But that doesn't mean I need you
But wanting somebody can lead to needing their presence
Cause only you know deep inside they're the cure to your misery
One look at their face will make you feel warm and comfortable
But as soon as you lose it
You sure as hell won't get it back
Life is unpredictable cause you can't always have what you need
  Dec 2014 Monica Lara
Hayleigh
I write the kind of poetry
That gets stuck to the roof of your mouth
That you'll choke on as you swallow down
That
You'll spend years trying to
Extract from your ears
Wipe from your memory
And wash off
Your fingertips.
I'm in love with a man
A man years older than me
A man who is married
A man who has kids
A man who is also my Master
A man who is also my teacher
A man who is above all else my best friend

I'm a horrible person because I'm in love with this man
I'm a terrified girl because I'm in love with this man
I'm a lucky woman because I'm in love with this man
I'm a better person because I love this man

I've heard what they've said
"They'll never make it"
"She's an awful woman"
"She's an idiot"

I wish I didn't love him because it'd be easier for him
But I do, and he loves me
And when I hear his voice I know that it'll be okay
no matter what happens
He's not literally my teacher, but he's taught me a lot.

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