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Kimberly Weber Aug 2016
The way his fingers traversed my spine
How his hand sidled into mine
He gently tugged (pulled) at my skin
Urgently trying to get it

His gentle but firm embrace
And light caressing of my face
His loving touch traveled
From lip to hip he unraveled
Me into ribbons, tightly bound round his ribs and
Arms seeking his neck
Bound tightly like an anchored wreck

As I was held he swelled
With pride and his touch
Kept me giddy inside

Such powerful emotion
Provoked in
Such an innocent way
No hand went astray
No wandering lips or kisses
No disgusted dismissives

In a silent seat
An unspoken treat unf kded in me, his love so pure and so clean

How he secured me by his side
So loving I could have died

An overreaction- perhaps
But I've felt no greater satisfaction

Than resting in the arms
Of my lover who will never read these yarns
Kimberly Weber May 2016
Our love it sparks, it flames, it flickers, it fades.
And sparks back up again
Kimberly Weber Apr 2016
Beautiful and sleek,
Brilliant and bleak,
the future looms on.
Kimberly Weber Mar 2016
Spring Spring, makes me sing
Sing song sun shining down my face
Face this place, this beautiful world
Worldly treasures lie naked in nature

Naturally over looked
Overseen
Underrated
Underappreciated

Spring Spring, what a glorious ring
Ring ding **** of the church bell song
Sing, sing for me my spr ing
The birdies of life
Hidden, not to be seen

Spring, Spring your ring!
Oh you beautiful thing,
Spring!
Kimberly Weber Mar 2016
I drink and drink
So I don't have to think
I drink and drink to the brink

I drink and drink
To hide the pain
Now I write, slain in ink
Soaked in my blood
You wash down the sink

As you wash me down the drain
And rush out to the funeral rain
You understand the pain

Of why I drink and drink
So I don't have to think
Kimberly Weber Mar 2016
Isn't it funny how we describe our greatest rushes with words of terror
Our most exhilarating moments, with stopped or pounding hearts, held breath and fear
Isn't it funny how we feel most alive so close to death
Isn't it funny how the things we love can hurt us the most
Isn't it funny that you, my love
Could deal my final blow.
Kimberly Weber Jul 2015
There are few things I truly love in this world

I love the mountain tops when the sun sets beneath them

I love the ocean when it crashes and cries on the shore

I love the trees in the forest when they are green and full of life

I love the air when it's pure and fragrant with springtime perfume

I love my dogs when they come racing by to be pet

I love my family when they get together for crazy afternoons

I love myself when I stand tall confident and beautiful

I love how you grasp my hand when we walk

I love how you kiss the tears off my face when I've broken down

I love how your arms wrap around me when I need your strength

I love how you make me feel whole when I am empty

I love you when you come into my life and bring me joy

I love all that you are when you're you

These are the things I love with all my heart

And that includes you
This is not a great poem. I apologize
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