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To Seek, To Seek A Poem
Posted:Apr 2, 2020 11:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2020 9:33 pm

I have in my heart
An aspiration
One that loves
It's very notion.
To seek, to seek
It's love object!

Would that I could
Live with such a thought
Have it at the ready
More often than not.
Let thoughts that are negative
And the opposite
Subside like a summer rain.
And have the positive
Be ready to take charge
Once again!!
Perpetual Optimism And Love A Poem
Posted:Apr 1, 2020 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2020 2:02 am

I almost said the heck with love!
I was almost at the point
Of giving up!
But then I happened upon
His words.
And my sense of purpose
Was restored!

He said that perpetual optimism
Is a force multiplier.
Indeed when I thought of it
It could be true
It worked if you worked it
Much like a twelve step program.
Not that I had to do that many steps
I just had to change my mindset.

So while I have been down on love,
Like a half empty glass or bowl
I just had to rearrange the thought
And see It was also half full!

No need to always be negative.
In fact it hurts your very being.
It has been shown to affect
Your brain chemistry.
So enough of that doom and gloom
Reverse that way of thinking!

Being positive is not just an RH factor
Although it can be seen as
Life saving and necessary.
Being positive gets your motor running
And is like the fuel for action.

Love feeds upon itself,
It is a greedy little non devil.
It nourishes a spirit
Like nothing else.

It is said love is all we need.
But that is being too simple.
We need to eat and breathe.
But love makes even those activities,
Seem much less mundane.

I will find love!
Or it will find me !
I will remain positive
That what I offer to the world
Will be appreciated
By someone, somehow, some way!

Optimism will be a a key!
It will open the door
So to speak.
It will gain me entry!
And perhaps it will
Lead me to the one
Whose love I seek.
And who can in turn
Love me !
An Unfinished Poem A Poem
Posted:Apr 1, 2020 10:49 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2020 12:56 am

A memory came up
On a social media site.
It was an unfinished poem
From four years ago.
It was rather long already
I did not think it needed
Too much to make it
Ready for others to view.
It was already quite thoughtful.

I wondered if I had sent
A version of it through
To another website or two.
But I did not have a title
Only words that might
Stand out.
And boy were they good.
Perpetual optimism
And force magnifier
As well as sense of purpose.

I wonder if I should just
Let the version stand
And release it to the wind
If it had a prior release
Would it be that much
Of a bad thing?
It might just show that
My memory is dim.

The message
The message
Indeed it was deep
At least to me.
Perhaps someone
Could appreciate it
And see the way I think
Perhaps they can relate
To my words
And what they mean.

And so voila!
I will commence!
Look for it
To be forthcoming!
And if you ever saw
A version of it before
Please tell me.
Curious How You Think A Poem
Posted:Mar 30, 2020 2:00 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2020 10:29 pm

It is the thoughtfulness.
I so appreciate it.
Texting me Good Morning
Or Good Evening.
Asking me how I am doing.

I do send my share of them
Initiating as much as receiving.
It is just how I think
I wonder about so many
Each and every day.
Hoping they are doing okay.

As long as I am able
I will probably do this
My way of staying connected
In some fashion
Albeit not as personal
As seeing and chatting
In real life
And in person.

How do you feel
About such pleasantries?
Do you think them
Just a quaint notion
And unnecessary?
Do you feel like this
Conversation and chatting
Is a good thing?
I am truly curious
How you think.
Quaint Notion A Poem
Posted:Mar 9, 2020 12:29 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2020 12:34 am

He tells me he misses my smile.
My lips and dimples
I really never thought of myself
As having dimples but I guess
They show up and however small
They are noticeable.

He says he misses my breasts.
How he wishes he could
Lavish them with attention.
Feast upon them
With his mouth.
Kiss and suck
And thoroughly bathe them
With his saliva and tongue.
Such a lashing
Is ever so preferable
To not having such.

He says he wants
To lick me
Down below.
You know where
That feline part
Of me appears.
Make me purr
With his intimate ministrations.
His work rewarded
When he elicits
My very essence
When my liquid comes.
And he tastes what he
Finds to be like ambrosia.

His remembrances
His continued wishes
And desires
Make me long for him too.
Too bad we live so far apart.
But we can dream of a time
When we are together again
When we come together
And make our dreams
Come true.
However quaint a notion
It would be real.
Make Our Getting Together Actual A Poem
Posted:Mar 2, 2020 9:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2020 12:05 am

We couldn't make it happen.
No get together for us.
Maybe that rain check
Will come through
But I am not going
To hold my breath.

You know how much
And how many times
I have been disappointed?
A broken record
Is now my chorus.

But you could be rare
And not the norm
And actually do what
You said you would.
Make our getting together
Reality and actual.
Kissed On The Sidewalk A Poem
Posted:Mar 1, 2020 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 2, 2020 9:02 pm

So much promise.
I guess it's good
It did not take too long
To see that it was
Too good to be true.
His promises seen through.

Why did he have to be
Such a schmuck?
When we met
He seemed anything but.
He seemed magnificent.
His kisses stirring
His touch and words
Making me anticipate
Greater and more wonderful
Things to come.

Yes, we kissed
In front of my house
On the sidewalk
With my on his leash.
You said it was just a taste.
Something to think about
For our next date.

Did I seem too free
And easy?
I was giving in to your wishes.
Your ideas of an impromptu rendezvous
Before we both had other
Things to do.

And now you have proved
Yourself a non entity.
As you became a ghost.
I would swear and
Tell you to Fuck Off!
But I would rather not.

I would rather you
Tell me what was on your mind.
When you made the decision
To forgo anymore .
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it just your judgment
And prejudice returning?
I am not perfect
But that did not seem
matter as you kissed me
Over and over
On that sidewalk.
As you touched me
And said how it turned you on
Just touching my midriff
And breasts
Through my sweater.
How you were rock hard
And had to take care of yourself
Before you took off
For your dinner date
With your .

God How stupid can I be
To have fallen for your moves?
Why am I the subject
Of your being cruel?

It is too bad.
It could have been so good.
But you ruined that
Being cavalier
Or else you lied
From the get go
And your intensity
And passion for me
Just a ruse.

Being kissed on the sidewalk
A public display extraordinaire
I feel such a fool.
For there will be no other
Such rendezvous.

If we ever speak again
I should immediately
Bid you adieu.
Why give you a second chance?
When you proved
To be a coward of a man.
Mr. Right Now Versus Mr. Right A Poem
Posted:Feb 24, 2020 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2020 8:23 pm

He told me to look for Mr. Right
But he could be Mr. right now
In the mean time.
Yes, he could serve my needs,
My desires and wants.
He could give me something
That is indeed pleasurable.

Ah, yes, pleasure of the flesh.
While my needs of my heart
My wanting a reciprocating
Love interest
Go unmet.

Will this be as good as it gets?
Mr. right now serving a purpose
But not the one that will
Ultimately fulfill
My heart's desire of love?
I could suppose
But I would rather keep
That dream alive.
Even if it is hidden
Deep down inside.
Dear Friend And Lover A Poem
Posted:Feb 24, 2020 12:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2020 11:20 pm

Dear Friend and Lover,

I hope you don't mind
My referring to you as such.
You know you warrant
Those terms of endearment.

You have been both.
I have appreciated each
Incarnation you present.
My friend and my lover
It is as both I wish
To with
My feelings and thoughts.

So many times I wanted
To make you more!
Step through that door!
Not just
Longingly through
A window.
Like I was shopping
And you were more
Than I could .
But it is true.
How can I go full boar?
How can I tell you
What is in my heart and soul
For fear that you
Will think my offer
Too little and not
Worthy of yours?

I have wanted to whisper it
Into your ears as you sleep.
God how I wanted to
This past week
But I didn't dare!
For it might be the end
Of our rendezvous.
You might think
Beyond pulling back
To just this sexual liaison
That we both immensely enjoy.
And I could not contemplate
Not seeing you again.
Not feeling you
Not kissing you
Not having a conversation
About mundane stuff
And even your interaction
With my crazy little dog
With whom you show
Great affection.
I could not give that up.

And so silent I stayed.
My thoughts kept safe
Although tears shimmered
In my eyes.
You did not see them
As I said you were asleep.

My friend and lover
Even now as a tear
Makes its way
Down my cheek
I dare not speak
And tell you the truth
For I cannot make
You love me in return.
Like the song by Bonnie Raitt
That goes over and over
In my mind.
"Cause I can't make you
Love me if you don't.
You can't make the heart feel
Something it won't."

And I should not be desperate!
But tell that to my heart!
For it wants what it wants
And it wants your love.
If only there were words
That could make it so...
I Give Of Myself A Poem
Posted:Feb 23, 2020 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2020 6:02 pm

But passionate nonetheless
I give of myself
My body wants touch
And be touched.

Kisses that may or may not
Sear into another's soul
They may just be ordinary
But I give of myself
On the way to arousal.

My breasts are on the menu
Once exposed.
I offer them up for his perusal
And his hands and mouth.
Ahhhh and mmmmmm
Mindless passionate utterances
I cannot help.

Hands on a mission
Roaming and nomadic
Searching for a spot
To call home.
I give of myself
Making the journey
One that is
Hopefully memorable.
Pale In Comparison A Poem
Posted:Feb 18, 2020 9:16 am
Last Updated:Feb 20, 2020 11:55 am

How can I compete with her?
She acts like a
Or a
Giving you a blowjob
In your car.
Something I doubt I would do.
For fear of public exposure.

With her excitement is there.
My blow jobs no matter
How enthusiastic and
Full of tender loving care
And the result still
Getting you off
And yes I am a good girl
Because I swallow
They pale in comparison
Because of what she dares.

I have let you go.
Your mind, your needs
Beyond my area of expertise.
I can't compete
With someone who
Has no limits.
For they will
Never be reached.

It is hard fathom
How on one hand
You want someone
Prim and proper
For a long term relationship
But will do a wanton woman
As a friend with benefits.

I guess I am between
The descriptions.
For you found here
Not a traditional dating website
So while I am not lily white
I am just beyond the pale
Not good enough
For anything long term.

The mind games played
My heart destined .
The time must come
When I walk away.
Will it be today?
Will it be today?
Where will I get the strength?
I am such a sucker
For your various traits.
Our time together
Always seems bittersweet.
As I contemplate
That this will invariably end.
When you need that
Wanton woman
Or that prim and proper one
Who meets that perfect
Public profile.
So Easy For Me To Leap A Poem
Posted:Feb 12, 2020 9:56 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2020 7:31 pm

My words were simple.
They were not deep.
They were intimate
But not mentioning
How he made
My heart beat.
What I felt for him
I have felt many a time
Simply put
It was infatuation.

So easy for me to leap.
To fall into love with him.
In fact my heart
Has toyed with it
Knowing it might be
A painful venture.
Dare I even contemplate.

He has warned me
About reason and emotion.
Once upon a time
He even said
He was not going to be
My forever love.
That was months ago.
I wonder if that thought
Has changed at all?
Could the lust he feels
Be so remarkable
That I am the one
With whom he can settle down?
Ah! wouldn't that be
My dream come true!
Sex out of this world
And intellectual discourse
About topic after topic.
Yes, this man is
The prime example
Of a sapiosexual.

Wouldn't it be hollow though
If his heart is made of stone?
I have seen glimpses here
And there of instances
In which he cared
And showed humility
But they were rare.

So my recent words
Were simple
Albeit intimate
But nowhere near
What my heart
Really needed
Or wanted.
Love Me Over And Over Again. A Poem
Posted:Feb 12, 2020 12:10 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2020 7:32 pm

Love me
Then leave me.
Those are not
The directions I would give.
In fact were if anyone to ask
I would give the exact opposite.

Love me
Then stay
Love me over
And over again.
I promise
To give as good as I get
Because I am ever
Mindful of reciprocation.

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