husband

NOT WITH HIM

 

She pretends

he's not there,

 

but he is,

over her,

 

making love

the third time

 

for that night,

she just there

 

legs apart,

empty heart,

 

he keen to,

making sounds

 

like a pig

in a trough,

 

his backside

rising up

 

and then down,

captured in

 

the moonlight,

she seeing

 

over his

broad shoulders.

 

Not his fault,

her husband,

 

dumb Brian,

she wishes

 

it was her

lover there,

 

dear Una,

from Dublin,

 

fingering

softly her

 

vagina,

planting those

 

hot kisses

on places

 

Brian misses,

as she moves

 

over her,

sucking her

 

not licking

as Brian

 

clumsy does.

O to be

 

with Una

in her bed

 

warm and close,

not with him,

 

dumb Brian

having sex,

 

getting there

once again

 

that sticky

semen dose.

 

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Deadly Madness

Folder: 
Thoughts

Dead I feel,

Dead I went.

They murdered me,

Me and my husband.

 

My greatest enemy,

Who created the matrix.

Deja vu all over again,

When I delve into my madness.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts about my delirium.

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MARVEL'S WIFE AND A DREAM THING.

Baruch likes
Marvel's wife
he likes being

 

with her
likes her near
Marvel said

 

come over
come play chess
have a few drinks

 

a smoke or so
and so he has
and Marvel's wife is there

 

and she's got the drinks
and made up
some sandwiches

 

and sits nearby
watching the TV
and he sees her there

 

wearing the red dress
her dark hair
and when she walks

 

across the room
he catches sight
of her swaying ass

 

the tightness of the dress
where it holds
and he looks

 

half knowingly
so as not
to arouse Marvel's

 

suspicions
but little
does Marvel know

 

that Baruch has seen her
when he was out
on his job

 

little did he know
his wife has brought
Baruch in

 

got him a drink
and relaxed him
on the white sofa

 

shut the mutt
in the other room
and said

 

how do you like your drink?
and he said
cool

 

and so she got him
a cool drink
and swayed back to him 

 

leaning down towards him
easing down
her fine breasts

 

towards him
and that time
when she was

 

all over him
kissing his neck
coming on strong

 

and the sofa
where Marvel's wife
sits now

 

has been a place
of serious love making
but Marvel thinks only

 

of the next chess move
his stubby fingers
moving his piece

 

thinking of checkmate
not seeing Baruch's eyes
on his wife

 

as she sits
on the white sofa
and Baruch takes in

 

her knees
the legs crossing over
Marvel smoking

 

his cigarette
smiling as he moves
his bishop

 

his eyes on the board
and his wife sitting there
behind his back

 

on the sofa
lying back
pointing to Baruch

 

her lonely cleavage
and he smiling
one eye

 

on the board
and on his queen
and the other eye

 

seeking an opening
in her dress
some visual

 

to take home
some dream piece
to take to bed

 

and turn around
and around
inside his head.

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the men i love

because he has a crooked tooth

because he is tall and built

because he's short and frumpy

because he's bald

because he's a great fiance

because he's understanding

because he's kind

because he laughs with me

because he cries with me

because he empties the trash for me

because he leaves his dirty dishes in the sink

because he's comfortable when he's with me

because he listens

because he is resilient

because he is cunning

because he is so ugly in the morning and

it makes me feel prettier, and he doesn't even 

care

 because he farts and blames it on me

because he bails me out when i'm down in the dumps

because he has a dimple on one cheek only

because he has nice cheeks***   ;-)

because he smells good

because he has body odor

because he's smart

because he failed the driver's test 4 times in a week

because he dropped out of highschool

because he kissed my forehead when i needed it kissed

because he kissed my ass when i was being a bitch

because he outsmarts people 

because he's a great fiance

because he's the best dad

because he's the best brother in the world

because he is the best friend i ever had

because he's obese

because he's not perfect

because he's perfectly himself

because he works hard

because he tries hard

because he never gives up 

because he loves my cooking

because his hands fit perfectly on my waist

because he eats like a pig

because he snores

because he leaves the toilet seat down

because he hurt my feelings

because he loves me

because i love loving him

because he is a man

 

 

 

3:05 AM 7/6/2013

 

©

 

............

Author's Notes/Comments: 

men are always writing women the most beautiful poems of love... just listing all the reasons men are lovable...good bad and in between!

Love Hate Relationship

Feels like I’m being tore in two. As that creature of habit wears into you.
Same shit, day in and day out. Nothing changes with pleasure or shout.
The days go by and you’re still the same. Drowning your thoughts with electronic chains.
“Relax, relax, relax, I just want to relax.” You’ve been ‘relaxing’ for days, you’re driving me insane.
The light from your screen blurs what you see. Nothing around you is clicking up stream.
You torture me with your sloth, and pride. I've never loved and hated someone so much.
I don’t want perfect. I don’t need perfect.
I need peace. Peace of mind you’ll help when I need. That you’ll be aware of the scene. That you know what’s at stake. That I know you are headed for your dreams, instead of you making me want to pull my hair out and scream.
But all you do is sit and wait. Make a move, show that you’re true.
Don’t wait for me to leave you behind, wishing I hadn’t given you a second of my time, for you to turn around and learn what you had to do, when this whole time I have been telling you.
Your games, your internet, it’s all a drug, and you don’t even know you’re addicted.
Saying others are scumbags because of their need, while blocking yours out by the lights of that goddamn screen.

All I Ask Of You

Folder: 
My Love

All I ask of you
Is to let me in your heart
Don’t push me away when you hurt
I can handle your problems
I am a strong tower in your storms
A lighthouse in the darkness
And I know the way home

 

All I ask of you
Is to remember me
Don’t forget our times together
When your dreams come true
And rob me of you
When you spread your wings
While you fly on the breeze
Just pause and think of me

 

All I ask of you
Is to be yourself
Don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings
I love you, not the mask you put on
Let your feelings flood around us
Just say what you need to say
And I’ll be there to listen always

 

All I ask of you
Is to not change to please people
They don’t know who you are
Many of them don’t even care
But I do
I care

 

All I ask of you
Is to live each day to it’s fullest
To live like you will die tomorrow
To not regret past mistakes, but learn from them
To live and to love
Each day is the first day of the rest of your life
Be who you want to be

And as I cheer you on
And watch you take to the skies
I can’t help but hope
That someday
You might love me too

"Rest"

Folder: 
My Work

His cherubim agenda rises,
seeking hungered skin.
And how He muses, tantalizes
with the merest whim.
He leads me to a place
where passion's river flows.
Inviting all of me to taste
honeyed milk repose.
Hands become an an artist's brush
painting my desire.
This Song of Songs, an arctic rush
birthing newborn fire.
Rivaled by the sweetest wine,
his lips become an ocean.
Transporting freedom through my mind,
lost in deeper notion.
I want to pleasure more and more
to taste, to feel, to yield.
To find new ways, richly explore
what only lover's steal..
Opening myself I'm led
escorted by this flame.
For this I know I have been bred,
to hear Him speak my name.
Lightening flashes in his eyes,
takes me with the thunder.
And suddenly, I'm magnetized,
to this spell I'm under.
Can this be more than flesh inspired,
willing heart to break?
My Lord's Arms, my Husband's Fire,
the Dawn to which I wake.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The search....

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Scott

Folder: 
2011

When I met him 9 years ago,
I didn’t know it then, oh no

But I know it now, that he
Was my husband, or going to be

He makes me feel so good, oh how
Even though I cant see him now

Because he lives so far away
When he does move, he’s going to stay

He’s going to stay near me
And we can finally be

One, where we were once two
But for now I am going to be blue

Because I can’t see him
I know that my chance will be slim

To see him and consummate our relationship
I know that day we will be attached at the hip

But we cannot do anything just yet
Because a date is not set

For anything, his surgery included
All that will come in time, so he has said

I know I can talk to him now
And that elevates my heart, oh how

For this poem there is no end
Because it is like the love I send
Straight to him, of which has no end

~Chrystal
Written on
July 1, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one was written about Scott Wolf. It is also written about What my parents are doing. They will get there just desereves for all of this. Mind you, I have never, never named a poem after a person. Written their names in it, I have; but never named a poem for them.

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