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August 14, 2012 / amivglobus

Hindsight

Hindsight is not really 20/20
It is simply easier
to mock our memories
than our expectations

August 7, 2012 / amivglobus

Pieces Places

My mind is in the gutter
My head is in the clouds

My feet are on the path less taken
My toes are just across the line

My hands are in my pockets
My fingers are in the cookie jar

My nose is to the grindstone
My back is against the wall

My butt is in a sling
My ass is out of this world

My lips are drawing near to yours
My tongue is firmly in my cheek

And my heart is in the right place
Always

July 3, 2012 / amivglobus

love lines

the love lines
that flowed from
golden nibs
onto fine stationery
have stuttered
to a stop

the ink is
permanent
but is the love?

stationary

better the days
we scribbled
between the rules
of notebook paper
with nubs
of #2 pencils

teasing
testing
how it felt
to cross the lines
we did so
willingly

so willingly

I long
for the passion
scrawled
on scraps
of butcher paper
in brightly-colored
magic marker

with childlike
determination
love burned
like star-bursts

the marks
are still there
where did all
the magic go?

June 26, 2012 / amivglobus

Trade

She plied her trade and traded well
For what she had she could not sell
But only lease some little while
The basest act with highest style
Paint and perfume are minor lures
It’s faith and hope that most adjures
The lonely man to seek her treasure
And settle for a moment’s pleasure
Though he takes a stance so bold
What has he to trade but gold?
When the deal was made he
Found her every ounce the lady
And so she drew an ardent fan
Made him feel every inch the man

June 12, 2012 / amivglobus

Sacrament of Sex

Take, Eat
my body
my flesh
the meat
on my bones
devour me
in glorious devotion

Take, Drink
my blood
my sweat
my spit
and my cum
swallow me
in delirious emotion

I am no missionary
but I sometimes prey
is that position

May 29, 2012 / amivglobus

Vanilla

Toilet water is down the drain
Eau de Parfum be damned
Let Coco keep her No. 5
Vanilla attracts my man

No more floral scents for me
No musk or wood or fruit
Just a dab of vanilla oil
In the hollow of my throat

I smell like home and fresh-baked goods
When I most want him bad
He breathes me in, devours me
The best he’s ever had

To add a little spice sometimes
I’ll be a cinnamon girl
Add a sweeter taste of honey
Or drizzle a chocolate swirl

Though he may not quite know why
My man will always will flirt
I will satisfy his hunger
And I will be dessert

May 15, 2012 / amivglobus

Last Kiss

In our first kiss
I felt the depth of your soul
I could taste forever

In our last kiss
I felt the depth of your deceit
I could taste her on you

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