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I put away the toys.
Cleaned the room and
Cursed and dammed the mess you made.
Grumbled about the many stubborn stains.
As I washed and ironed a million clothes.
Then I fell on the couch-
A tired heap of ageing blood and bone.
And looked around in sweet despair.
This home is....
-too quiet now!
-too clean !
-too orderly!
Come back!
I'll gladly trade this
for the joyful…
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The sheets cling to your slender legs.
You turn and smile as I stare,
Smothered by the scent of your orgasm
That floats in the air....
We reach out hungry again
For a lasting embrace.
Breast against chest,
Heaving sighs only lovers can understand.
The sun filters through the window panes.
You cast your sheet aside.
You arch your back and I feel
The softness of your skin.
Legs entwined, we rock…
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PICKING UP THE PIECES
There is a part of me in E4
Where I still linger
Long after the bell has rung.
And I pause to collect my senses-
Stretched like the string of a bow,
With the demands of thirty hungry voices.
There is a part of me still on that verdant hill
Where I laid my classroom burdens at the cross one afternoon,
And wondered if God had…
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