As clouds brush your cheek,
Lightning strikes, and thunder sounds.
Our limbs, intertwined.

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Cute, but getting rid of Obama would usher in a heap of negativity.

Get rid of your parasites before they spread to other planets.

Introduction Tom opened the lone curtain in his rented, basement room. His head as he looked out the window was a foot above the ground. A patch of grass, a tree trunk, and a strip of sidewalk was his view. It rained. A wet dog ran around the tree. When Tom tapped his window pane, the dog stopped, ran toward him, lifted its hind leg, and peed. Tom watched the urine dribble down the glass...

Added 12 May 2013 | Category Supernatural | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 539 | 5 Comments

The red dress in the window Of the shop in Chelsea Near the restaurant I saw you in Again, Called to me as I passed by in the street: "Dare," wind whispered in my ear. I felt embraced, As by my father, When I saw the dress Reflected in your eyes, As you stood by your table, Smiled, And haltingly asked me to join you for a drink. There is a clutch of midnight blue Wrapped up in tissue...

Added 05 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 790 | 12 Comments

Driving down your highway To your city of red night, I lose myself in gently falling rain. Neon lights the sky And I am home, At sea, Inside your eyes, Adrift in laughter from the radio. Your face, The windshield, Traffic streaming by - The sound of tires on the highway Drums the rhythm of your heart into my soul. I am the steering wheel. I am the car. And you, ...

Added 26 Apr 2013 | Category Love Poems | Votes 19 | Avg Score 5 | Views 722 | 15 Comments

I know when you're at your computer. I sense your hot breath on the screen. I detect the piquant perfume of your perspiration. It is erotic to me. I feel your fingers as they softly stroke the buttons of your mouse and casually caress your keys. Your life is written in your fingerprints, secrets sewn in every swirl. I can read them like a book. Your skin leaves oily residue containing...

Added 16 Dec 2008 | Category Reluctance | Votes 29 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 3,731 | 11 Comments