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 Mar 2017 Laci
Miranda
I want to learn your secrets;
hear the things you've never told;
reach inside and **** your mind,
burn the things that make you cold.

I wish to know your dreams,
those that keep you awake;
peak inside and try to find
a way to give your worrisome mind a break.

I need to know your sins,
the ones you're ashamed to speak;
hold your hand, comfort them away,
reassure you that they don't make you weak.

I hope to know what haunts you
in the silence of your days,
do you think of me, do you think of her?
What words do you wish you could unsay?

I yearn to know your desires,
fetishes that make you tick;
grasp your heart, feel your skin,
discover the way our bodies click.

I crave to love your soul
in all the ways a person could;
hold your fears, kiss your tears,
adore you the way a lover should.
 Mar 2017 Laci
Left Foot Poet
"indeed,"

or,

what she says when she doesn't want to say what she's thinking,
denying me her angered feelings.  

by all your judgmental metrics
the title alone
is a poem,
done

indeed.  

the original
"whatever"

so many stanzas on this,
ramp up my manly ragings -
all begging to say
"I have been released"

but I daren't unleash the hormonal
masculinity
feelings

so, borrow her word
that says nothing while saying anything,
e v e r y t h i n g
you don't want to hear.  

indeed.
 Mar 2017 Laci
bob wellington
Everyday is a new day.
There is beginning and there is end.
Everyday we give a new invitation to others to be in our day.  
Every acceptance is new into itself with new happiness.
Every rejection is new into itself with new pain.
There is no always  - all things are new.
 Mar 2017 Laci
bob wellington
women
 Mar 2017 Laci
bob wellington
I love women. Their shapes, their softness, their beauty, their strength attracts my complete attention. I am drawn to all and wish to connect to each, but I am a foreigner in their land. I am a guest often without an invitation. I can't resist the allure and never do. No matter how charming or inviting I make myself those I desire the most are uninterested. So, at best I make myself ready, willing and able for there may come that blissful day when the one, the special one, opens the door to my heart and walks in.
 Mar 2017 Laci
bob wellington
The torment of a person who stutterers is their soul is wanting to dance but waits in silence to hear their music to begin...and waits...and waits, but even when starts, it will never in time.

— The End —