Monday, January 05, 2004

So these should go in the smart pen, but I'm realizing that the original always lasts the longest:

So, I lie here on my bed, pretending I'm creative.
Pages of prose surround me.
The room, bathed in soft candlelight.
Drunk on wine, I believe I'm beautiful.

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You don't know what you want
We all piled on the bed
You were tired and I was tired, but Gods!
I couldn't sleep.

Even when we had the double to ourselves,
Sleeplessness prevailed.

As we lay on our sides,
Your arm around me,
We were two spoons,
Close as could be.

I rolled over at the insistence of your hand
Caressing my skin.

You wet my lips and invaded my mouth.
I pressed my length to yours.

But in the morning,
I must wake to greet another.

I curl up beside you,
With your arm around me,
Wondering what the future could bring.

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Showing off your mad soccer skillz
Thinking I'm impressed?
Well, maybe I pretend to be
Because, I know naught of soccer
But it keeps your attention
Fixed to me

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Tongues intwine as lips press close
Bodies heat together at hips grind tight
Minds collide when we are one

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I'll put these on the smartpen when I'm satistifed

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