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| romantic haiku by Bob S. She lay on top of me, We had sex, And that was that. |
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| Simply Hair I have this long hair hanging down my back. Growing even with my waist now. My lover begs to watch me comb the tangles out And gently brushes it from my face when it escapes its ties. When I first grew it long these few years ago, No woman of my age grew long hair anymore. Educated, mature women had short hair with expensive coloring. The color still is here in my dark hair, Thick and curling--wild and untamed, much like my inner heart. It was a hair-growing contest started by a man, Long gone from my life now. But the long hair is his legaacy. What he would most have liked of me, He threw away, Ah, but this lies in another direction, My love strokes my hair lying across his bare chest as we lie together. His arms cradling my body that he has touched and brought to this wanton ecstacy. He takes the curls and pulls them out, Then turns them loose to watch them spring back into place. He catches all my hair together and pulls it across my breasts, His hands are full of my hair-- And my eyes are full of love for him. He pulls me back on top of him, As my hair spills across his face , I feel his body change. He expends his strength against me, As I wipe his sweat with my hair, We begin again., Now we take it to the showers, And use my wet hair as a curtain, Heavy and stretched long, He pulls my hair back and pulls me to him again, And we explore each other, But there is nothing between us now but skin. |
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| Mornings With You It fascinates me to stand and watch you in the mornings, Getting ready to face the world. You shower, you shave, I am mesmerized, Like a 4 year old learning a new task, I drink it all in, And ponder it after you have gone. The order you maintain each day, The precision of your razor, As it tears across the stubble on your cheek. The scrape of your toothbrush inside your mouth., Makes my knees buckle and weaken, As I remember how your tongue feels rubbing against my teeth. Last night, you touched that same tongue against my body, And your teeth nibbled on tender nipples now hard with the memory of your love bites. You turn and I smile at you, Hiding from you the electric current surging Through my body at the memory of being with you. I sit on the edge of the tub and chat. Trying to hid the pounding feelings hammering At my body's eagerness to be possessed by you. I wanted you all over again, and again, and again, But I have to let you go today, And wait for you to return to me tonight. |
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| I have no sense of time anymore, spread wings and flown away, Tempis Fugit. Just as in that Latin class I sat through so long ago and memorized Latin verb conjugations. I never knew what they meant, or how I would need them in living my life; I have never used them since. My carefully measured minutes, once filled with 'stop and go' activities and childhood waiting games, Are now one long, clicking, ticking of another clock. Waiting on minutes to change no longer happens. I am stunned to see two hours pass. Then wait for the next 3 seconds to pass by in what must be half an eon. Then I get out pencil and paper to calculate sums, While shunning derisive looks and ignoring the shouting, Smart aleck calculator that promises an accurate answer. I proceed to do math just as I learned in another long gone classroom, Filled with long-legged creatures who dreamed of being engineers, While I dreamed of making a passing grade. Now when buzzers tell me it is time to change chemicals in my own life, I remember a basement lab with creaky floor boards, And ancient chemicals with musty smelling books of formulas, That conjure up a mental image Of a sweetheart who promised to help me learn formulas To protect my grade point average. What I remember now is the smell and taste of the salts of his body sweat. And formulas with no elements or atomic numbers-- Basic Body Chemistry. |
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