WHEN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, you are not too little, too much, or too late. You are more than enough. WHEN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, you celebrate simply being in the world. You will continually experience joy. WHEN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, you have compassion for others. You will always have enough love. WHEN YOU LOVE YOURSELF, healthy … Continue reading When You Love Yourself
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Awash In A Wave
After hours upon hours of skin on skin, I am awash in a wave of orgasm. Letting the sea carry me away. Finally, getting a handle on this letting go thing. Perhaps it is the fullness of the gift offered in our shared bed. Or lack of sleep after a late night with the band. … Continue reading Awash In A Wave
Lost In You
Is that your skin Warm against mine Are we melting together Or am I heating you up? Are my eyes open or shut Am I dreaming awake Are you inside of me Or am I lost in you? ~Just L (May 24, 2018)
She thinks I am in love with you
She thinks I am in love with you I don’t know what she sees Everything I do and dare My glossy lips and bedhead hair How I walk on air? I don’t know what she hears An old tape (in her head) stuck on play International spies and hearsay Listening to us sip cabernet? I … Continue reading She thinks I am in love with you
The Poetry Between Us
I appreciate you each new day. You are simple, natural, waking up still sleepy. You are my sweet dream in your own way. I had this epiphany. I cherish the lilt in your voice. It is finer than a symphony. I find sleeping in tangled sheets deeply affects my ability to entwine our bare feet. And, … Continue reading The Poetry Between Us
Not One Love But Two
She read of love and soul connections Wished upon stars in faraway galaxies Seeking the place she belonged Immersed herself in volumes of self-discovery Practiced what the ancients preached And gave herself freely but not frivolously She flew across oceans and continents Embraced culture and ingested local delights She courageously fought personal wars Sat on … Continue reading Not One Love But Two
How do you wish to be kissed?
If you know anything about me. You know I have an affinity for kissing poetry. What better way to do research than to sample a few? I announced my intention, and they lined up on cue. The first bit and was too aggressive. The second had the softest lips. Next was the darting tongue. No … Continue reading How do you wish to be kissed?
It All Makes Sense
Sight Downy fine hair on my shoulders The indented crease down your spine Crooked pinky finger I smashed in a door How your face twists when you say “It’s fine.” Sound I live and breathe with words However clever, dating by text fizzles The sound of your climax I imagine Your voice’s intonation sizzles Smell … Continue reading It All Makes Sense
Breathe, Kiss, Quave
Staring into your deep, dark eyes, I’m distracted by your full lips. Your mouth I want. Your taste I crave. Magnetic attraction closes the distance between our hips. Tongues in agreement. Breathe, kiss, quave. ~Just L (May 5, 2018)
Feeling Our Way Home
After this much time has passed, we are unsure our love will last. Your words I hardly recognize, whereas our eyes once mesmerized. Your touch feels automatic, unfamiliar. Our hearts separated by an impenetrable glacier. Your face is far from my outstretched hand; exploring your body as a strange land. Perhaps we need a map … Continue reading Feeling Our Way Home
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