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Slipping away...

Spud — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 06:16:37 GMT

Out and about
Par for the course for me
exhaustion doesn't play into it
when the moon comes up
my spirit take control
and sleep is nowhere nearby
so I drive and I wander the city
a bar a club a party passed by
one I'll choose
and present myself to the unknown
Tonight I chose wrong
the choice was probably wrong when I closed the car door
"Bedways is rigthways now"
I should have taken Dim's words to heart
But I found myself there with you
A dark room in a darker bar in a dark section of town
Maybe I knew
Maybe I just guessed that you'd be there
You always did show up where I least expected
so I ordered bourbon
which is my signal flag for all to keep away
and I turned
and I saw you
and I laughed to myself at the irony
Turned to the bar with my back to the room
I felt you behind me
before the ice of your fingers touched my skin
I felt your presence as a chill to my fire
nails down my neck
lips against my cheek
hoarse voice in my ear as you whispered
pleasantries forgotten
turning and pulling your mouth to mine
pulling you against me as you stumbled in surprise
that, I thought then, would be the highlight of the night
ten minutes later and in the car
dry flesh on flesh growing more damp with each breath
the motions we've passed through time and time again
arms pulled under your back
my weight driving your breath free
as it always has been
and the minutes tick by
and the climax comes and goes
for you
and I'm there wondering
as your body shivers and writhes
why I'm here
in this car with you
with you
and as I look at your face
your serene quiet face
I wonder why I'm here
and I know
I can never do this again
never again
buckling back my belt
opening the door to the cool night air
I can never do this again
looking back at you stretched across the seat
drunken
drugged
as you've always been
I simply know
that I will do this again
because you will be there
and I will be there
in some random dingy bar
i some random dingy town
and your face may change every time
but this will never end.

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Ooooooh goody, you're here!!!

Kimberly Rae — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:27:51 GMT

Welcome to the tribe Spud, Nancy and T! Hugs and luv my dears!!!

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some more...

Kimberly Rae — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 05:52:45 GMT

I'm on a roll... I swear, I don't know what's come over me lately, but this prose seems to be flowing from my fingertips like crazy.... I have had some inspiration as of late.

Passion unfaltering.
God how I miss
those eyes,
and that smile. I don't know why.
It frightens me, this forbidden
fantasy that is hidden in the darkest part
of my heart.
The part that remembers how wild one can be,
remembers what it feels like to dance amidst
incense, and to sway and curl my curves in their
glistening skin.
The part that feels like she can take on the universe,
and you....
that clandestine thought
that lingers along with your faint scent.
A thought to take out and embrace....

Cerulean blue....
beyond them something more.
Hands that have not touched,
cautious.
The faint scent that lingers
behind your stride,
and the promise of mischief
in your smile...
so very tempting,
to want to cure that aching
and unspoken need.

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sweet violation

Kimberly Rae — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 05:41:09 GMT

the scent of him
on my skin
penetrating
the very
serenity
that I am
so barely
hanging
on
to....
the brushing
of his lips
across mine,
my breath
caught
in what
seems like
a lifetime...
time stops
as his hands
for
the first
time
touch...
my body hums,
in tune
to this
sweet violation....

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The temptation....

Kimberly Rae — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 02:46:26 GMT

The temptation to share your deepest passions is strong.... you feel it welling to your fingertips as you approach the keyboard. How much are you willing to divulge, let slip from the darkest and most intimate places in your soul....? You are safe here. Safe to be wild, safe to be free, safe to be you.... we do not judge, critique or some such nonsense.... this is open mike nite in a dark coffeehouse. Snap your fingers to the beat of someone's heart, or sit mesmerized by the tales that are spun..... it is you, it is me.... it is our instincts and urges that draw us together as artists.... so let's begin by sharing.....

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