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.
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.
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.
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
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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
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
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.
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