beautiful

in an old sports bra
and gray yoga pants
I am his Heaven-sent
and very flexible
sex goddess
in nothing but my apron
I whip up his latest fantasies
in lipstick and liner
all black
and boots
I am his Dark Angel
I am his centerfold,
his playgirl,
starring in every love-scene
for the past four years
I slipped right out of my insecurities
and let them fall to the floor [...]

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shorts . . .

ugly stories fall out of my mouth
in the same tone I use to talk about the weather
he points it out, asks for more and
[...]

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Summer Spell

A summer spell,
cast by cool air
and warm breezes,
wolf-grey clouds
in a dark blue sky
and that moment
[...]

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Almost Shameless (Warning: You may find this to be TMI : )

I had a drunken tryst at the park in Bend
under a tree just off the path
and in the woods outside the church camp
[...]

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Awake

my body has never before been spoken to
in a language it understood
always searching for meaning in the
painful, uncomfortable babbling
of selfish, cruel and careless hands
but you . . .
you with your inquisitive fingers
carefully tracing mystery
you with your reverent eyeshine
taking in each dip and curve
touching me so . . .
gently
unclothing me until
I lay, truly naked,
without the shame [...]

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Rumpled Sheets

In these rumpled sheets we loved
Every wrinkle a reminder of the night we shared.
I am jealous as I smooth and tuck them
Each twist straightened is a memory forgotten to the sheets,
that will keep me awake each night that you’re away

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