Motives

I question your motives

What is your reason
To learn me

For my faults
Vices
Issues
Weaknesses
Imperfections
Problems
Flaws
Blemishes
Defects

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Are far too
Monumental
For anyone to learn

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Mended

Today
My thoughts
Went toward you

Sending
A lonely warm tear
To descend upon
Flush cheek

And
As I wiped away
That one tear
I wiped you
Away

From my life
From my thoughts
From my everything

And
It was then
And only then
That I wept for
Joy.

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Awake

A scratchy feeling
That won’t leave

They’re heavy
Achy

They want to close
And take a break
From moving
Working
Feeling achy

Just five minutes

But my mind won’t let them
Must forge on
It says

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My Temple

Gentle flourishes
Curvaceous hips
Smooth lines
Sleek fingertips

Plentiful bosom
Glistening eyes
Delicate tone
Whimpered sighs

Abstract thoughts
Bashful smile
Strong foundation
Casual style

Flowering mounds
Humble glow
Fluid movement
Curled toes

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Thoughts

Abstract dreams
Marked with
Sensual utopia
And divine emotion
Drug-induced slumber
Intoxicated with
Reflection
Speculation
Deliberation
I’m a lush
In your carnal illusion.

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Ranchero And Da Ho

it was a fatal blow
he searched high and low
when he went toe to toe
with the fella from death row
when he played tic tac toe
and ate a mint oreo
not long ago
he did go
up to new mexico
for some cookie dough
to mix with his oreo
and so
he ate the dough and oreo
until he reached the alamo
for a tv show
but the fella on death row
was a no show
on the tv show
so he and mary jo
they did go
to mexico
with a piccolo
as they rode the buffalo
to old mexico
mary jo played with her yoyo
until she thought she’d go pro
and just so you know
as he and mary jo
were neither friend or foe
they made it to tokyo
on their buffalo
mary jo and her beau
ate crow and pistachio
ice cream.

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Only Her

I watched her

Her eyes were hazed
Her mouth a pout
Her moves were smooth
Without a doubt
I watched her

Her hands were clenched
Her legs so long
Her hips moved free
It wouldn’t be wrong
I watched her

Her eyes met mine
Her body excited
Her sex was prominent
I didn’t hide it
As I touched her.

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Finally, I see

My vision is clear
No more smoke to obstruct
The view that is you
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And I don’t like what I see.

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In Dreams

He came to me in opiate-induced dreams
Why was I the chosen one
I haven’t a clue

For his love of
Dragons
and
Mystery
and
Corpses
and
Blood
Were not of my
Forte

Why was I the chosen one
For his love of
Weapons
and
Dungeons
and
Murder
and
Mischieve
Were not of my
Forte

I was the chosen one
For his love for me was real.

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Domestic Goddess

I must wash the clothes
While pouring Cheerios

Flapjacks on the griddle
Homework consists of a riddle

I stay on my toes
Oh God! What’s up her nose?!

Sometimes I’m left cross-eyed
Trying to look occupied

Really just wanting a break
Two minutes, for goodness’ sake!

Though I could never live caffeine-free
Nor dare sugar-free!

I still can’t find the missing shoe
Maybe the dog will share a clue

I don’t lack excerise
As I’m up long before sunrise

The laundry - it’s not magic ya know
I do it daily, that’s for sho!

I’m a bit gung-ho
No time for an afternoon talk show

Pulling out my hair
Gotta always be somewhere

Driving to and fro
This homemaker thing, I’m a pro

The garbage is dumpster bound
UPS man, don’t give me the runaround

Just give me my package and be on your way
There’s no room here for you to stay

Serving good food of veggies and fruit
The child constantly in her birthday suit

My least favorite thing is to dust
I just like the word “tongue-thrust”

The kitchen floor needs elbow grease
The table, a centerpiece

I need fresh air
But I wouldn’t want to be elsewhere

Only here is where I long to be
Nothing beats family

It’s a game of skill
No need for DrPhil

Don’t second guess
Never overdress
I must confess
I aim to impress
My success
As a Domestic Goddess.

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