The thought
perches upon my shoulder,
like a sparrow,
quietly undemanding,
yet claiming my attention.
It’s softness and patience
unmoors me,
as time races
past the point I felt certain I’d reach,
the person I’d become …
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The picture shows her
The dark blue lace
Cupping the fullness of her breasts
Just hinting at what is beneath
But that which he has studied intently
And knows as well as she
His fingers itching to follow
The scalloped curve
And nestle in the hollow between
His eyes follow her
Creamy, pale skin
Down
To the scrap of dark blue
Edged in lace
Certain of the heaven
He would find beneath
Wanting to unwrap her gift
Wanting to touch
To taste
To know her
Utterly
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The fire within her
Can no longer be contained
She grapples with her
Newfound knowledge
Struggling to find her path
Knowing she won’t be
Following a straight line
But one that curves and dips
And may not always be comforting
May, at times, be dangerous
But one
That she is certain
Will fulfill and complete her
Which has been her destiny
All along
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The worry
Wrapped around her
Draping her
Suffocating her
She curled up into herself
Willing the pain
The confusion
To stop its slow torture
Of her senses
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The music of
A thousand moonlight sonatas
Will fill our ears
And suspend us in time
A velvet night
A sky filled with stars
You holding me close
Me finding Heaven
In your arms
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Elusive doorways
To our heart’s content
Twisting passageways
That confuse
Shuttered windows
That let in no light
But somehow
We find our way
Back to each other
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My little secret
A delicious one
Kept to myself
To take out and stroke
When alone
To smile my secret smile
Knowing I’m your secret too
And you have the same smile
To dream about at night
Sometimes tender
But often dark, decadent dreams
Dreams that only feature you
You are my little secret
That is not so little
As you delightfully fill up
Every nook and cranny
Of my day
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