Notice her beauty.
Notice her love.
Simply notice her.

The one you give your all too.
Probably notice more about you.
And show it more.
Many ladies do.

So it's only fair to notice her.

If someone says, you talk too much about her.
It's none of their concern.
She's the one you love and adore.

And they might just be jealous.
Because they didn't notice her first.

Yes, notice her.
And see the best in her.
Cause you're the one she decided to love

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Hello.
A turn of the head,
Lips parting in an easy smile,
And eyes,
Reaching up to meet you
Masterfully sizing my new opponent
While giving nothing away.

Secretly,
I let every sense indulge
In you. Each tiny receptor
Seeking your aura,
While images of
Conscious-losing pleasure
Flash casually
In my mind.

Outwardly,
Nothing has happened.
The energy undulating almost
Visibly between us—it must be
In your head.
You are granted no sign of my attraction,
No idea of the power you
Hold over me.
I give you no mercy.
I’m sorry darling, I know,
Teasing is cruel,
But very necessary, for nothing
Evokes sweet satisfaction like
A juicy bite of forbidden
Fruit, after lifetimes of
Starvation.

Without hesitation, I will deny you
Until you are weak, until
You overdose on desire and
Anticipation, for
I see who you are.
The universe has brought you to me,
To torture me, to
Challenge me. A worthy
Match against forces backed
By the Gods.
Together, we can soar to
The cascading highs
Of transcendent pleasure.

Challenge me.

Wander
It’s a beautiful thing
Rocks under my hands
Leaves under my feet
The world is alive,
And I am too.

Into the woods
Lost among the trees,
Older and wiser,
They take me in and
I can breathe again.

I am not afraid
Protect myself no longer
I return laughing,
Resurface as I truly am.
The bruises from daily life
Seem not to sting so badly
Anymore.

Fully healed
The trees then open
To share their perspective
To teach me
What is true.

she screamed and i couldn't find her
my eyes were numb
and invisible
and i wanted to hold her and tell her stories
about my pa and the *****
but she was gone.

her presence is in my soul
but only when it's not in my head
and i think about her in bed
and wish she were here
but i can't blame her,
because who would love a blind woman?

Searching on the higher ground
This dislocation growing sore
Looking for what’s rarely found
Checking every distant shore
Tired of this lost confusion
Yearning for long gone affection
Such joy cannot be induced on
This soul run by imperfection
One can’t survive without love
Though it’s not always cloaked in light
So send out your spiritual dove
Search all through the black of night
Desire is lain all around
Free for anyone to find
Strewn across the up and down
As it has been for all of time
But true love is more elusive
It demands investigation
To all hearts it’s not conducive
Few uphold such dedication
Sometimes in darkness love is found
Away in shadows it resides
Even sometimes underground
Seek it with feelings as your guides