My Bisexuality By Starema © 2-12-03 Bisexuality A choice, or not. For me it is not a choice. It is a necessity to follow. A man and a woman is so inviting. Two men coupling for me is so hot. Two women showing how much they care is not enough. Twosomes, threesomes, foursomes, more Only bring spice into a fragrant bowl. Two women and a man is so enticing But my favorite coupling is two men and my voluptuous body. To be with a man is like a lock and key. It fits together so naturally. But to feel it from the back door entry Fills me up, eliminating that empty feeling. I never want to let it out. The emptiness is so overwhelming. I can understand two men’s need to become one. A kiss with a man sends me shivers of joy, But when I kiss a woman I love it transcends the stars. A man has its place and so does woman. To be made love to, caressed, fawnicated, Brings me to a place that speaks devotion. With a man it is the act and the art, but For me a woman in my bed is not about The culmination, it is about the journey.
	MY ROOM © 4-6-03 I pondered my feelings About each and every room Trying to decide which I could Call my very favorite So many would pick the bedroom I do not have a library, den, or office So it comes down to my bedroom Living room or kitchen But then I decided I too Would call it the bedroom It is a slumgallion of things This not very well decorated room For you see I moved from one bedroom My precious room to my son’s room It now has lilac sheer curtains and white blinds underneath The curtains my mom decided she was buying It has white Christmas tree lights on the ceiling Wrapped as if a square shaped maze A license plate of his first car dangles by Two dart boards on one wall next to an atomic clock One wall has my TV, dvd, vcr, bookcase, vcr cabinet Why did I ever move in here A wall – in closet must have been the case The room is smaller that I realize now My queen size bamboo look headboard is the best Piece of furniture in the room It is a cozy room, my dresser stayed in the other room Too big for this one, unfortunately But cozy it is and I like that and the sunlight doesn’t blind me In the morning It is a quieter room too, the other I would hear fights From a block a way. So this is a room I spend to sleep away my time I never finished putting this room together Because then I would have to tear down all vestiges of my son I surely do miss him. This place is no longer a home