#hunch
What I do to you, I could never do to other women
They might spread their legs and taste like lemon
I know you, how you taste and smell
A little candy apple and you can go like hell
I feel it deep when you hunch back at me
Here we go, to the left, on three
Oops, I missed a stroke between your hips
Somewhere between the face to face and the flopping backflips
5/28/26
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 5:40 PM UTC
The remnants from every last past bunch
Of confrontation and confusion with such and such
Pile up till it becomes too much
I panic, then in a frantic desperation motion I reach out to clutch
At a drifting safety line I can no longer touch
In a rush I removed both legs to manufacturer a crutch
Sometimes it's hard to translate a hunch
©2024
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
Even the best laid plans go wrong,
The unexpected comes along.
Before you know it, suddenly,
You are in new territory.
When that happens what do you do?
Do you give up or see it through?
'Tis a decision you must make...
To give up or a risk to take.
You may decide to take a chance,
To fly by the seat of your pants,
You might stick with it, come what may,
Just let the chips fall where they may.
Or choose to play it safe you may,
Retreat to fight another day,
Decide the risk is just too great
With too much left to chance, to fate.
Perhaps it is a hunch, your gut,
The weighing up of ifs and buts
That helps you reach a decision
That which for you is the right one.
You and you alone have to choose
And whether you win or you lose,
Your reasoning to you is known,
The decision but yours to own.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition!
I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission.
You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay.
Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
you take my breath away
like that dense soccer ball
that was punted to my stomach
in the fourth grade
i like the way you tease me
and drag your cold fingers
across the small of my back
just to get the tingles
i like the way you touch
and pull at my shorts
and tear at my shirt
so that the holes expose my goosebumps
i like the way you play with my hair
and tug it when we
get ***** on the grass
just a little yank
and the perfect way you hunch
thats what gets me the most
because it makes you like no one else
it makes you taste like you
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC