Tag: writings
member name: Spencer T.
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December 23, 2005 10:30 AM EST --
I should have died when you loved me
while yet you still did care.
For when you loved me I was full
and life did seem more fair.
I should have died when you loved me
before I knew the harsh fact.
Once . . . more
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January 02, 2006 01:40 AM EST --
Coffee brewing, aroma rising
comfort sounds as a backdrop.
The tune of her breathing soothes
music, I pray, to never stop.
Crisp breeze thru the window
curtain blowing in the wind.
Birds chirping a mellow . . . more
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January 06, 2006 10:30 AM EST --
Just lie to me tonight
I don't want to be alone.
Pretend you knew me when.
Sing me any old love song.
Reach and touch me
give my passions vent.
Air out the hidden lust
you got my full . . . more
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January 07, 2006 02:15 PM EST --
Your wish, only my dream
till my night time view
allowed us to meet
as lovers known to do.
Gentle passions shared
needs oft seemed foregone.
Spirits riding the tide
till the stars are withdrawn.
Daylight . . . more
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January 09, 2006 05:41 PM EST --
She had a stature which stunned
head held high in the knowing
eyes would be on her and follow
her walk picturesque and flowing.
Hair braided tightly and dangling
swaying joyfully down her back;
proudly . . . more
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January 04, 2006 02:39 AM EST --
reach for all there is to get
then stretch for that last drop
they keep telling me of the limits
my illusion is beyond the stop
whatever I do I do with vigor
refuse to treat it like a test
why waste . . . more
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January 07, 2006 01:24 PM EST --
On my way
the sight of you
in my mind
driving me
to the edge of ecstasy.
That plastered look
the public grin
signaling my heart's
transport to wade
in your touch.
Bathe skin to skin
in your flavors . . . more
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January 16, 2006 10:06 PM EST --
On the worn corners of the pages
are earmarked spots I return to
and live again the joys and pain
life so gratiously put me thru.
The corners of the pages, worn
where the book of life's been read. . . . more
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January 08, 2006 09:52 PM EST --
Touches which tatoo me
kisses of passion's fire
slatterings of sensual butter
which feeds our desire.
The dimple which appears
at the corner of your mouth
another trapping you use
making yearnings . . . more
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January 11, 2006 02:27 PM EST --
I could tell from her eyes
that certain sort of trance
she begs ones attention
when she wants to dance
Even more so I could tell
she asked about slow tunes
and started reminising bout
old baritones . . . more
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January 15, 2006 03:35 PM EST --
This ache only lingers.
Knowing it won't dissappear
hope it settles to numbness
but my doubts make me fear.
So difficult to find clarity
when ears are plugged
to other's struggling voice
when . . . more
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January 03, 2006 12:28 PM EST --
Have I told you about it yet
you are the honey in my tea
the warmth in the morning
wrapping all around me.
Have I said to you
you bring simple pleasure
a relief of strife and pain
good, by any measure. . . . more
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January 07, 2006 02:03 PM EST --
Let me sing them down home blues
Delta's theme from heart ache and pain.
when I hear them blues, baby, I get
sunshine even thru down pours of rain.
I can walk a many mile
to find the music passion . . . more
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January 08, 2006 10:04 PM EST --
I have considered thee
free;
"fleeting will"
upon the horizon.
Shall I step back and feast
in thy glory
or
just be bathed
in the aura of your passion?
Shall I reach for the touch
so often missed, . . . more
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January 06, 2006 03:36 AM EST --
What if you had not been
my real fantasy come true.
There'd not be much of me
if there had not been you.
What if I hadn't recognized
your lovely face that day
and walked straight towards you . . . more
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January 11, 2006 02:50 PM EST --
As I lay in a stupor
sweating like an athletic star.
Nothing was quite clear
wondered where you are.
Days and nights drifted
had no idea the time.
Everything a riddle
not one simple ryhme
Saw you on . . . more
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January 04, 2006 02:22 AM EST --
Tis true. Our fathers different lay.
Yours ran the city. Mine toiled the clay.
Your sprawling cottage faced the sun.
Our flat? Barely did water run.
Your garden? Worked by a servant's hand.
Ours provided . . . more
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December 25, 2005 01:17 PM EST --
Left home in the dark before light
my tires humming a road song.
A crisp yet lovely morning to fish
anticipation made me sing along.
Horse Shoe Lake awaited
in its pristeen Summer attire. . . . more
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