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"resteraunt" poems
I wanna have *** I want to make love I want to be desired Like a fire is to oxygen I want someone to want me so badly they can't keep their hands off me I want to have *** all night long or til we pass out and then **** some more I want to **** like there's no tomorrow and our lives depended on it. I want to taste ***** and feel a woman's thighs wrapping face like a vice grip I want to kiss and lick her *** and get lost in the moment I want her to lick and **** me like I was a 3 star michillan resteraunt and she hadn't eaten for days I want to make love I want to lay on the couch cuddling in front the tv Or laying on the bed spooning the whole day away I want to look into a woman's eyes and see the love and and passion waiting to pounce on me. I want to have *** I want to **** At the park at night or in my car late at night I want to **** on a hike off the trail where no one can see (but might) Or some public bathroom where we might get caught. I want to have *** I want to use toys, rope and blindfolds, candles and wax To get as ***** as the moment takes us as we explore our bodies and sexuality I want to have ***
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Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
I Wanna Have ***
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
Weekly Happenings
He was sitting behind me in a resteraunt Alone Engrossed in a book An Iranian author A set of essays He was nice to the waiter A foreign accent, a tattoo of the sea and bright red hair A candle created shadows on his face I turned around I like to explore unknown territory He held out his phone Out of place in the context of his person Perhaps that's why he hasn't made any more contact Like the fleeting patterns on his skin on a cold city night
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
Fleeting Encounter
You have a two year old daughter She’s beautiful and smart She’s you’re whole world Someday she’ll be where I am 19 and working in a resteraunt to get through college And I’m sure You’d be sick if anyone treated her the way you treat me So why do you do it?
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Harassed
*He was too young for me. I should have just walked away. But God is no so kind to divorcees close to the age of forty with a lot of dissolutionment with urban life. My husband cheated on me with his secretary. Tell me you haven't heard that before. I met him at a family get together. a BBQ with awful food and cheap wine. it was his youth I think it glowed like freedom. All the emotions yet to happen. not all those that had already been. He dumped his girlfriend when he saw me. I don't know why she was pretty and perky and so very young. not like me at all. He caught me looking at him but I did not release my gaze. That was cruel he was a just a boy I found out later he was Twenty two he gave me all I needed at that time. All the things my rat ******* husband had never given to me. I admit I used him for his beauty and his life that shone from him. But I did not know I was falling in love with him. he stripped me with his eyes or smile. I could not wait to undress for him. My mother so wise said let him go honey. but I didn't. He moved in to my urban nest. the few hundred square feet that was mine where the world ended. I was miffed he did not have a job like I did. that he sat around playing Nintendo all day. But then he kissed me and said I love you baby. and I melted for him. I got angry when he was drinking with his friends. in my apartment when i got home from a hard day and I threw him out. I told him he was never going to be what I needed he was too young. He moved into his buddy's place. and called nme ten times a night Then I saw him again it was in the local delli I moved a can of caviar and he was buying steaks on the other side. I took him home to my place undressed as usual he would not wear his ****** He said I want you to have our baby. I wish he had just ****** me. All of a sudden I saw his vulnerability his youth his inexperience. I knew it was a trap for him. A trap I could not set. so I opened the cage the door left wide open. and he flew out into the wild rarified air above the mountains. a year later The night was cold snowfall had covered the old tired grey streets of new York. I was with a group of old friends. Still single in the resteraunt where we aways met. he was walking by and used his sweet warm breath to melt the ice from the window. he was looking at me. I stopped mid sentence. I thought I saw tears in his eyes. but they might have been in mine. as the frost regained control and he walked away into the winter night.*
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
To young to know.....a love story of New york
*He was too young for me. I should have just walked away. But God is no so kind to divorcees close to the age of forty with a lot of dissolutionment with urban life. My husband cheated on me with his secretary. Tell me you haven't heard that before. I met him at a family get together. a BBQ with awful food and cheap wine. it was his youth I think it glowed like freedom. All the emotions yet to happen. not all those that had already been. He dumped his girlfriend when he saw me. I don't know why she was pretty and perky and so very young. not like me at all. He caught me looking at him but I did not release my gaze. That was cruel he was a just a boy I found out later he was Twenty two he gave me all I needed at that time. All the things my rat ******* husband had never given to me. I admit I used him for his beauty and his life that shone from him. But I did not know I was falling in love with him. he stripped me with his eyes or smile. I could not wait to undress for him. My mother so wise said let him go honey. but I didn't. He moved in to my urban nest. the few hundred square feet that was mine where the world ended. I was miffed he did not have a job like I did. that he sat around playing Nintendo all day. But then he kissed me and said I love you baby. and I melted for him. I got angry when he was drinking with his friends. in my apartment when i got home from a hard day and I threw him out. I told him he was never going to be what I needed he was too young. He moved into his buddy's place. and called nme ten times a night Then I saw him again it was in the local delli I moved a can of caviar and he was buying steaks on the other side. I took him home to my place undressed as usual he would not wear his ****** He said I want you to have our baby. I wish he had just ****** me. All of a sudden I saw his vulnerability his youth his inexperience. I knew it was a trap for him. A trap I could not set. so I opened the cage the door left wide open. and he flew out into the wild rarified air above the mountains. a year later The night was cold snowfall had covered the old tired grey streets of new York. I was with a group of old friends. Still single in the resteraunt where we aways met. he was walking by and used his sweet warm breath to melt the ice from the window. he was looking at me. I stopped mid sentence. I thought I saw tears in his eyes. but they might have been in mine. as the frost regained control and he walked away into the winter night.*
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*Always my child. The resteraunt was filled with delicious odors of delight. Our hunger multiplied as the waiter delivered a basket of fresh baked rolls and butter. My daughter started eating it hungrily. Don’t fill up on the bread honey The portions are huge here. She said Mom I can’t believe you just said that. I looked at her six months pregnant already she had a few grey hairs appearing. What she did not know When we walked across a busy road I had to stop myself from Holding her hand*
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
Always my child