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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 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

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
Chantal  Jun 2018
Null reciprocal
Chantal Jun 2018
To have an epiphany. To realize ‘wow, this is it.’
To see that not everyone has the same heart as you do. As humans, regardless of whether christian, Muslim, Jew or any other religion, we are predisposed to believe the idea that we should treat others the way we want to be treated and that by norms, if we are kind, we should expect kindness in return. But no one actually talks about how rarely, if ever, that happens. In life there is always a garden and a gardener but people haven’t learned yet to take turns and balance out that compliment. A gardener takes care of a garden for decades until one day, they turn frail and die. And the garden will either be tended to by another gardener or will wither away. The world is so full of harsh realities that are hidden. To say that there are only a few genuine people is completely and utterly wrong. For every person there are only a few genuine people. That is correct, so in that sense, yes there are only a few genuine people but in the world there are many of them. These genuine people become involved in a persons life one day and their intentions are undeniably pure. They give and give and give, and that’s the reason that every person only gets a few genuine people; no one realizes who the genuine people are around them, or if they do then they simply dont care enough to think, this person has only tried for me for so long, and I feel warmth in my heart because no one else tried like that.
PoserPersona Sep 2018
A confident man feels not a need to speak
on all things with which he does not agree
Though in the proper time and place
he is not afraid to assert his way

And though his words at times cause spurn,
he will admit when they are out of turn
Fearing not the inevitable mistake,
but rather owning it too late

Caring and feeling without hesitation
and not for reciprocal adulation
Emotions are expressed appropriately;
either subtlety or rationally

As honest with others as with himself;
recognizing what he does and doesn’t do well
Claiming to know what he does know
and asks when he don’t

Pursuing tasks for their benefit and or joy
rather than status or fleeting ploys
Those latter things are often great fun,
but worry of them yields none

While in his mind there is good thinking,
he is more occupied with good acting
In order to have concerns of the ideological,
requires labors that are practical

On his confidence, he does not ponder,
as neither he or anyone wonders
of whether he truly possesses it.
We know it.
ryn  Jul 2014
Dreamer (I)
ryn Jul 2014
A self confessed dreamer
One that knew no bounds
Can't keep his mind in tether
It's always fleeing from the grounds

He'd always been the dreamer
Picking the shackles of reality
Always hopeful of finding another
A safe haven, an escape, a sanctuary

Madness is thought of this silly little dreamer
Forever bartering reality for a life of fantasy
"He's moonstruck", said one to the other
Obstinate still he chooses to wander free

Alas one day, he stumbled upon a jewel
Glistening, deceivingly within arm's reach
But a beautiful game was played so cruel
Fate wouldn't give easily what it could teach

Glimpses of undefined beauty
Himself drawn closer to this beacon
He craves for this gem so madly
Didn't care for what's to happen

He descended to the surface
One thing he just did realise
That the jewel wasn't in its place
But a reflection of another in the skies

He looked up, he spun and he squinted
Attempting this search he had just begun
For a moment he found himself to be blinded
For the jewel is indeed the sun

He marvels at her beauty
Till his eyes turned red and sore
But he doesn't stop even briefly
For she's the object of his adore

He gazes at his newfound muse
Till the day grew dim and late
When she sets he would hesitate and refuse
To return willingly to his ****** state

Through promise he returns daily
To catch his sun as she would rise
For she fills him with aplenty
And she listens to his forlorn cries

He loves her much as she did him
In each other's magic the two would bask
As time flits by, the day grows dreadfully dim
Too short a time from dawn till dusk

The dreamer waits patiently
As dusk turns to dawn
The dreamer waits painfully
For she will come then she'll be gone

This rise is somewhat special
For his love he had made known
She admits the love is reciprocal
For him her love had also grown

But the dreamer will soon come to realise
Out of reach his sun he can never kiss
Her bountiful love will be the ultimate prize
The prize he can never claim to be fully his

"Silly little dreamer feeding your childish dreams"
"Silly little dreamer what fanciful notions you make"
"Silly little dreamer you'll be ripped at the seams"
"Silly little dreamer not every heart you just can take"

He pays no heed to what the others say
He knows his chances run exceedingly slim
He's walking on tightrope that's doomed to fray
But what happens today is what really matters to him

I am that silly little dreamer
Whose feet is never on the ground
I have chosen to live part of my life in wonder
For it is you that I have found
Neon Robinson Oct 2017
Is burrowing a web
weaving a collection,
accumulating an anthology

For a far gone day
Stash them away
set them aside with a
what, when, why

rather than right
now ambitious zeal


Its the nature of the undertaking.
My minds an unavoidable reciprocal
Gratified by wasting time,
It’s just there filling space

Tucked away for a rainy day
In every nook and cranny

Tickling the fancy.

Affording a kind of intellectual gusto
that's borderline deplorable
accumulatively downright trifling.

even if it's unnecessary
I'll never get my fill
paper to hand typing away
uncovering all of life's mysteries
MUNCHY  Sep 2018
MUNCHY Sep 2018
A wise guy once said nothing ,
but when he reminisced,his eyes went for a swim ; drowning in the current of your own plotted disaster .....

If the current is supposed to be a disaster but the light that leads the path way out of darkness helps , how come God managed to remove  an obstacle he did place  but not within in the current you stirred up & yet he found a way to split the sea & shine a light that's brighter  & purer than your cold soul will ever be ?

God spoke to him saying,
"The waves aren't welcoming when it comes to the whip of the wind sometimes.
Depending on the direction, it could be misleading & hazardous
The path of which road you could take can be confusing ; dangerous but I am with you ."

A title read
But a trophy never held
A bold soul spoke & stood his ground
& because of that, friends come & go
yet he's still moving up levels  that's beyond the reach of disrespectful human beings

He remembered that a leader can lead themselves  
Because following the leader
that didn’t lead can be misleading

So to him resilience is key to things that he  shouldn't hold onto.
He knew in the end it wouldn't  matter .
So he never gave up .
Never assumed those that are quiet were considered weak & those that are loud were strong  because  he - himself, is unpredictable & full of surprises

In the end, you lost him
You mistook kindness as weakness,
so you played him
like a fiddle.

You changed
into a different Individual
& yet he figured out your game as if it was a riddle.

He helped you get comfortable to this place .
Made you feel welcome when others barely knew who you were.
Gave you advice  
that was worth needing
yet did the reciprocal  treating me & others worthless when you needed to feel worthy.

So, he came to his senses,
grew even stronger in his faith ;
trusting in God
like the song
“Amazing Grace“.

Lost himself
Found his father again
Was blinded by your falsity,
but then saw the heavy truth....

You were the destruction of your own masterpiece......
Trying to escape the drowning current  of your own stirred waves while he's whipping through life like the direction of the wind onto better days of enjoyment .

Knowing the next time he meets a new face, in the back of his mind
it will not be yours
because the memories ,
the pain you
“didn't mean to cause”,
the agony he went through all those days
will all be erased
in silence .

Thank you ,
because of you his spirit within
was never crushed
it still lives on .

~Jordan Munchenburg~
Robert C Ellis  Dec 2018
Robert C Ellis Dec 2018
Bin flesh folded into the moment
Imagine the dreams that bore it
If God breathes it explains the cuticle
He exhales for eyes born reciprocal…Explode,
EXPLODE the sun as flesh just runs
Casting consciousness past my sister
Perched in yesterday’s ribcage eating away at
Time’s Algorhythm
Graff1980  Oct 2018
Untitled 29.
Graff1980 Oct 2018
the similar spirit
of a suffering soul-mate
who yearns to find
said compatible mind.

at least a part-time
to be mine
without acknowledging
reciprocal ownership,
or ever really mentioning it.

a person with
a passionate
who isn’t violent.

a sexually charged
person who likes
to be pleasured all night,
but must be prepared
to enjoy the foreplay
and preshow,
cause the main event
has a short stay.

a self-evolver
who will
help me feel
as I challenge them.
cause in sharing
we will both
which is a total
jul  Apr 9
jul Apr 9
captivated by one who contemplates.

craving to be conscious
yet we're drunk from ceaseless conversations;
crackling in a fiery blaze of vulnerability.
a reciprocal relationship requires rationality.
however, dissecting a distraught soul
leads to the destruction of vitality.
to be or not to be, that is the question
beauty is imperfection
a concept we're grasping
is a concept that's collapsing.
everlasting and its unmasking
between two poets
in nature;

love is a creator.
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