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Still Looking For The One A Poem
Posted:Oct 5, 2019 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2019 12:18 am
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What do I know?
I am still looking for the one.
I can't tell you much
Not even if I will know
What he looks like
If I see him as that
Saying goes.
Perhaps I will just
Have a feeling.
Or perhaps it will just
Reveal itself.
Stay tuned.
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Saying Hello On A Dating Website
Posted:Oct 4, 2019 8:31 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2019 7:25 pm
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I recently wrote an opening on a dating website to someone who professed to love literature listing many great works... So tell me what you think.

Yes, I know this is a lame ass thing for BlackSexMatch.com which is all about SEX. But humor me my sapiosexual bent if you can...

Hello there...it's a start. Not like Melville's Call Me Ishmael or Dicken's It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. So perhaps I should have said. Call me Mel. It is a time of changing seasons when summer ends and fall begins in earnest. The leaves change in colors and fall from their branches. Leaving us to wonder what is the significance? That life is change and we should seize our opportunities.

There is a poem in there for sure but you get the idea...if the guy is worth his sapiosexual salt he will respond. LOL Then again he may not like BBWs.
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Never Meant To Be My Happiness A Poem
Posted:Sep 30, 2019 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2019 6:17 pm
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My friend said something
That was so very profound
When a man for the umpteenth
Time let me down.
"He was never meant
be my happiness."
It was simply put
And most probably correct.
In fact the man was causing me
So much distress.
The worry, the bother
Would not be worth
The moments of pleasure
That he promised.

It all boiled down this.
The man cared little about me.
He was so very selfish.
He played and toyed
With my emotions.
Perhaps that was his plan
All along and upon which
He got off.
Sadistic pricks do exist.
But in any case.
I have come to find
He was never meant
To be my happiness.
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Resetting Mode A Poem
Posted:Sep 29, 2019 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2019 10:12 am
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Resetting
Sometimes
It becomes necessary.
A nuisance
But we do it.
To make things
Once again
Run smoothly.

Life must be seen
In the same vein
In the same category
Life must be reset
From time to time.
I am coming to see.
It is just something
You learn from being
Cut off, shut down
From various things.

I am in resetting mode.
I am in need of a man
For one aspect.
I have some in mind
Who could do the trick.
If not them I will have
To do a little
Trial and error experiment.
With the box of my circuits.
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A Rise A Rose Roses A Poem
Posted:Sep 29, 2019 10:36 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2019 6:48 pm
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I wanted a rise out of you.
I wanted to know that
I somehow reached
And got through.

So, I flirted
And I teased
And I might have
Been a bit too outrageous
But I think
You could see
That I was so very eager
For your attention.
Yes, indeed.

So very eager.
And honey
I would not fail
To deliver if you
Gave me the opportunity
In person.
I would do all in my power
To see to your pleasure.
I would aim to please.

I wanted a rise out of you.
If you rose
So would I.
For a single rose is lovely
But two together draw
The eye
In more directions
And the fragrance
May last longer.
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My Breasts, My Nipples A Poem
Posted:Sep 29, 2019 5:53 am
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2019 10:07 pm
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If you have seen them
If you have sucked on them
You might remember them
That is the idea I am coming
To understand from men
Who have been privy
Been luck enough
To experience my breasts.

I suppose you can scoff
At my boasting.
So many men brag
Similarly about their dicks.
So is my bragging about
My breasts and especially
My nipples any different?

Ah yes! My nipples!
How sweet they are!
I guess!
I mean it feels great
When men lick and tease
And suck and pull
But their taste escapes
My delight
As I do not do these acts
To myself.
Perhaps I should?
I suppose I could
Pull my breast to my lips
And do such affixing.
But I would rather revel
In a man's touch
And all his reactions
Including his saliva
His moaning.
His hands roaming
In other directions.

It feels wonderful.
You can take my word for it.
If you have been there
And done that
You might remember it.
But then again
Do all women's breasts
Just blend into one?

I am not looking for references
How embarrassing.
Just letting my mind
Go over some positive
Assets of mine
That I am longing
To have done to me
This very instant.
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My Name Associated With Passion A Poem
Posted:Sep 22, 2019 1:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2019 5:47 pm
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I want to hear you
Say my name
With lust in your eyes
I want it to be
Forever associated
With passion
And desire
As well as wonder
And surprise.

Surprise that you can feel
So deep and so much.
Feel so overwhelmed.
Yes I want all that equated
With my name now!

Can you imagine this?
I am sure it might not
Always be so intense
But those moments
That it is?
Oh dear lord!
They would be outstanding!
And to savor when alone
And life is less than exciting.
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Lying Cowardly Fraud. A Poem
Posted:Sep 22, 2019 1:56 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2019 11:39 pm
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All too often I attach
I latch onto a man
Come to my rescue
With an analogy
That is adequate.

I did it again
And I have to look
Deep within.
Why was this man
So gosh darn fascinating
When for the most part
He demonstrated
He was quite a dick?

Go ahead and shrink
My head if that will
Make any sense.
Perhaps shake
My shoulders
While you are at it
As perhaps my brain
Needs to be unrattled.

All I know is that
The man will not be
Providing me with
Any answers of his own
For the lying cowardly
Fraud is long gone.
And therein lies
The answers
From the beginning
I was played for a fool.
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The Suffering Could Be Severe A Poem
Posted:Sep 21, 2019 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2019 9:39 pm
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The suffering could be severe
When the leaving happens
The response to my gift
Once given being taken.

Ephemeral art thou love
Of the flesh
Love of the mind lingers
Much longer
Than a caress.

Should I confess
That love of the mind?
Or should I keep it to myself.
For fear that you would
Not give that affection?

It is pathetic that I should hide
But that is what arises
From a love that is unrequited.
The heart of infatuation.
To play with the object
Before the object
Wants to be known
As a willing
And equal subject.

The suffering could be severe
But will it be worth it?
Will the memory of his lips
His touch, his intimate acts
The gifts that I can treasure
Outweigh the
Of the pain that is subsequent?
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Cutting Out These Images. A Poem
Posted:Sep 21, 2019 1:29 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2019 12:44 pm
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Just to to feel your skin
Once against mine
Your lips
Your hands
Your legs
Just once
To satisfy
My curiosity.

I can't get the image
Out of my head
Of your mouth
Fastened to my breast
Sucking as you look
Up at me
Your eyes gleaming
So filled with lust
Almost red.

You and I have never met.
Our future meeting is
Very much in doubt
Due to your actions
So these visions
Are going to be
Figuratively left
On the cutting room floor
At my direction.
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He Thinks With His Cock A Poem
Posted:Sep 20, 2019 5:21 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2019 12:05 pm
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Days go by
And no word from him
And then he texts hey
In response to texts
From me that were
Of a playful nature.

I ask him what
He is doing tonight.
He proceeds to tell me
Probably fucking
A gapped leg milf,
Skinny as hell,
Flat chested and
Needs a big dick.
Yup folks I could not
Make this shit up
If I tried
It sounds like something
A guy from high school might say
Not a guy in his mid forties.

His level of debauchery
Is way worse than I thought
There is no way I should entertain
Getting together with this neanderthal.
For as much as he thinks
He is an intellectual
He thinks more often with his cock!
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Shared Some Stuff With Him. A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2019 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 8:22 pm
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I shared some stuff with him
Some stuff that I rarely share
I think he can clearly see
How uninhibited
And passionate I can be.

He said it turned
Him on immensely.
Which made me smile
Hoping that he is
Turned on enough
That he doesn't renege
From our next
Scheduled rendezvous.
And that he shows up!
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Less Than My Best. A Poem
Posted:Sep 16, 2019 2:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 2:47 pm
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He remembers
When I was better
In a better mood
In better spirits.

It is a good thing
He saw me once that way
For he can cut me
Some slack today.

It is true
I am less than my best
My mind not as sharp
My mood not as cool
But you won't see
Me pretend
Or act the fool.

I will just be quieter
As I am introspective.
It is how I get when
Things are bothering me.
If only I had a way to deal
With such gloominess.
Have you any ideas?
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