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La Mer Jul 2016
The crystal structures that shape

tears of Joy are not the same

as tears of Sorrow;

Peace glides gently through

veins of an uplifted Spirit, a corrected

perception! Virtuous

steps of shedding and unpacking,

ascending on ladders built from

everlasting arithmetics.

Driven consciously by the heart,

as the mind smiles and takes

a break from its usual dance.

No need for measure,

simply present within the

strands of silk,

strengthened by the agreement

to let it be.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
I've taught you something new.
I've shown you something fun.
You've thanked me for it all.

I took your hand and weaved my fingers through yours.
There, now you can say you've held someone's hand.
The first time he held a woman's hand.

I took your face and turned your neck and kissed your cheek.
There, now you can say you've been kissed.
The first time a woman has kissed him with some passion.

You took my face and I gave you my cheek and you kissed.
There, now you can say you've kissed a girl.
The first time he has kissed a woman with some passion.

I took your face and kissed your lips slowly and purposefully.
There, now you can  really  say you've been kissed.
The first time a woman has kissed your lips.

You took my face and kissed my lips nervously.
There, now you can  really  say you've kissed a girl.
The first time he has kissed a woman.

I've shown you how I kiss.
You've shown me your nerves.
But you've done well.

I grabbed your jacket and pulled you towards me.
I kissed you with passionate wanting and you opened your lips.
The first time he's been surprised by the passion.

You put your arms around my back and pulled me towards you.
You kissed me with nervous passion and our tongues intertwined.
I didn't teach him this one, he's learning for himself.

I've shown you some firsts.
And you've decided what you want.
Next time we meet, there will be more.
A weird relationship where it's based on an agreement instead of attraction. Kinda fun actually.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
I'm going on a date
with a man I met online.
We've agreed to short term,
ending with some ***.
Promises of milestones,
talking of consent,
with one purpose: virginity to lose.
The timing we will choose
to do the big event.
We will work out the hormones
and in the very end, be another ex.
This truth we both hold firm.
We hope the last night will be divine
as we end up being just a playmate.
Rhyming front to back. Had some fun with that.
I would love for you to kiss me
Kiss me how I could actually feel it.
Feelings might not be mutual
But agreements are out the door
Just because that door is closed
The kissing door isn't

I want to feel your lips graze mine
I want to feel them in me
I would love for the kiss to end up
With the both of us intertwined
Like that one night
When I never though I'd feel that kind

That kind of chemistry in bodies
Unlike the ones I can feel in lobbies
I want your hand to hold mine
It's terrible that this isn't the right time.

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