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An Ode to Legs of Long Ago

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You were always beautiful

Even as newborns with folds and creases and extra layers of fat

I am grateful for the quiet ways you carried me

The way you walked the paths set before me

The way you bent and stretched in my youth

The way you opened like polar ice caps

To sexual pleasures and child birth treasures 

You knew what my future held

The life of a teacher who rarely sat down

A mother who would chase little ones

Who would attempt to roller skate

and ride bikes with teens

Who would bake for hours on tired holiday feet

And who would ignore you late at night

As you cried for a gentle massage

I wish I had cherished you more then

When you were the strength and tautness of my roots

When your canvas of caramel coffee

Had no strange blue and green streaks

When your smooth surface wasn’t lumpy and bumpy like curdled milk 

I miss you

Legs of long ago

But I am learning to love the new you

Learning to listen when you’re hurting

Learning to laugh when you slap each other or stick to each other

From the heat that burns within

Short Story in Progress…(Kissing in My Sleep)

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Before dawn, Franco saw me sleeping peacefully on my stomach. At the apex of my legs, tender pussy lips peeked out a little, enough to offer him a look.  Franco shyly parted my legs enough to breathe me in. Inhaled. Held it.

His warm tongue feather-kissed my skin at the curve of my spine and down my ass, then nestled in my pussy. Exhaled.

I received his kisses in my sleep, and asphyxiated him between my sleeping thighs.

Lullabies

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Franco called Morena his FuckBaby

And FuckDaddy made her quiver

Bound by the cuffs he locked

Blindfolded with his black silk tie

Confined by hands that held her waist

Close enough to feel hearts beating

Outside-in

Pushed to the bed where fires burned

Legs spread like Post-Pangea

Heels, polar opposites

She pleaded for a sexual sentencing

Before he cocked and shot

White liquid bullets

Piercing his FuckBaby’s cries

Then kissed her goodnight

Singing FuckDaddy Lullabies

Cum Cries

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Bury your face

Below my waist

Above my knees

Make me beg

Baby, baby please

Until my legs tremble

And you force me to

Collapse

Onto the floor

Where you oblige your tongue

With my sweet juices

While my eyes water

Cum cries

The best kind

Prepositions in Passion

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passionate heat

In my thoughts

On my mind

Within my space

Around my house

Throughout breakfast

Up my legs

Into the heat

Between my lips

Under my skin

Beside my body

Through my clothes

Inside my walls

Against my spot

Beneath the table

Above the couch

During dinner

Over dessert

Among the sweat

Down my thighs

Upon sunrise

In deep passion

Beyond my wildest dreams.

Crush Me into Love

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blue dawn

Discombobulated emotions

Anticipating the smallest things

What will he wear

What will he say

Where will he be

How does he hold his #2 pencil

If we speak, will he see my lips quiver

The gloss sticking

My tongue tricking

Eyes deceiving me

Giving away my desire

Hands fumbling

Betraying my sense of calm

Unable to maintain steady ground

On warm wobbly legs.

I want to be

Smashed

Rendered weak

Under his finger-tipped touch

His unrestrained kiss

His intentional embrace

Tenderly carrying me into the blue

of his music

Where orange blossoms caress us

And the wind sings silent melodies

Between us.

Is this called a crush?

Crush me under his passion

Asphyxiate me in all that is him

And if this is more than a crush

Then crush me

Into love.

 

 

 

Haiku Heat #7: Tease Me

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dripping ice
Candle wax dripping
down my spinal dips to rest
ice melts between legs