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Instructions for Operating Heavy Machinery

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step into my skin

where you can feel

velvet red lips trace contours

throat, collarbone, shoulder, breast

feel whispers of kisses on nipples

the tightening of my back

as it arcs to accept your blessings

 

step into my skin

so you can feel the tickle

the sting

half-wet tresses

whipped against bare belly

earthquake of gasps and giggles

my body writhing beneath you

 

lie inside of me

cradle the weight

of granite sculpted muscles

taut against supple curves

the weight of your smooth thigh

deep between my soft, parted legs

 

reach into my hands

grappling

perfection slipping beneath them

stretch down to my fingernails

etching passion into your back

 

if only you could be my breath

hard, quick, torn from my lungs

hips that ride

the tiny movements of your tongue

toes as they curl

muscles taut-to-snapping

heart thrashing mad

head thrown back

 

live in me

know the desperation of my climax

know why I am rendered into fits

gasping, unable to speak

utterly near to death

every time

you push me

to the peak

flush

ripe

tumbling over the edge

 

 

live in me

be my mouth

taste your nectar

when it’s my turn

to bring you home

If I tell you the secret

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If I tell you the secret

Open my chest and show you the raw inside

Invite you in, withholding nothing

Serving myself, let you eat from my hands

 

If I can tell you with my eyes wide open

staring straight into yours

earthy browns that keeps me grounded

lest I float off on my daydream

or my body break apart in trembles

Molecules of me jumping away

 

If I am brave enough to place

the treasure-pieces of me in your care

Surrender to your tender arms my begging body

hoping it will teach them to hold tight

 

If I give you the pages of my unwritten fairy tale

Fill quills with liquid-gold

Learn to write with you a language

we will both understand

 

If I am asking of you nothing in exchange

Knowing there is no currency precious

or rare enough to trade

Filling your pockets with trinkets

that I have collected on my way

in hopes they help

to weigh you for the fall

 

If I tell you from the edge

From feet that are sure

Tell you, you don’t have to catch me

I love to fly

If I tell you, “you’ll love flying”

If I give you my hand

and I look in your eyes

and I tell you all of my secrets

 

Will you jump?

Big Fish

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say she moves with an unconscious swagger;

sexy only cuz she doesn’t know

her hips flow

like they need me between them

 

saay,

look at her walk in

she crosses the floor like

she’s drifting down a spring fed river

her hips lap the shore

as she spills her way into my lap

 

walks in with a sashay

unconscious sexy

d

r

i

bb

l

e

s

down her thighs

no heels to burden

her bare feet

her toes fall

one-at-a-time-on

the rug

 

she says “hey,

walk my way”

and there’s something b u b b l i n g in her eyes

pours hands like honey

down my spine

 

say there’s something sexy

in the way she moves

her fingers

without knowing

where   each

tip

will

land

mapping new trails

marking every spot that

quivers

inside

 

there’s gold there

 

she’s patient enough

to wait

for low

tide

8-3-1

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It’s a kaleidoscope

Twist  Bang

and something sparkles

 

It’s a 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle

each piece only fits each piece

 

It’s rubbing off old skin

and leaving it behind

so we can see each other in the light

 

It’s a road trip

It’s the quiet ride back home

after a long vacation

It’s only 10 more miles

 

It’s arms and legs

that can’t let go

Mornings that last

until you’re 2 minutes

too late

And it’s squirming in your seat

until the day is done

 

It’s a rainbow in your sprinkler

Shooting star

Keep your eyes wide open –

you only get so many wishes

 

It’s the biggest fish you can’t catch

 

And only ever-after

 

When you’re using your fingertips

to write the words

on sweat-wet slick skin

in the sunrise

 

It’s slow moving honey

Sweet and clinging

Saturating

 

It’s unwritten plays

waiting to be blocked in bed

 

It’s forgetting disappointments

ignoring warnings

and giving the finger to heartbreak

 

It’s the green light of Spring through the trees

The warm of Summer on your face

The first smell of Fall creeping in

It’s being curled up in a flannel blanket

in front of a bonfire

at a Winter solstice festival

 

It’s a gospel choir –

breaks your heart

in the high notes

 

It’s not you

It’s not me

It might be us

 

It’s a daydream you don’t dare call a plan

 

It’s on the tip of your tongue

 

It’s Scrabble

without a dictionary

and only 8 letters

3 words

and 1