Submissions by punam
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
morning sessions
i wake up and climb on top of you
i wrap my legs around you pushing my chest hard on to yours
i kiss you and sniff your morning smell
i look in to your eyes and get lost for a second
you make me blush and i turn my back to you
you spoon around me and hold me tight
you blow soft air on my neck
you make me tingle i push my back harder against you
i feel a presence of a knock calling for my attention
i close my eyes and let it in
with intensity i feel good the grips get tighter
a sharp release is heard and i feel the warmth...
i wrap my legs around you pushing my chest hard on to yours
i kiss you and sniff your morning smell
i look in to your eyes and get lost for a second
you make me blush and i turn my back to you
you spoon around me and hold me tight
you blow soft air on my neck
you make me tingle i push my back harder against you
i feel a presence of a knock calling for my attention
i close my eyes and let it in
with intensity i feel good the grips get tighter
a sharp release is heard and i feel the warmth...
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divided
it is divided in two, the hair falls to a side
waiting looking at the time, divided to the other side
where to go with two choices...division getting harder
i run in one way pushing my hair to the other side
i get lost in my confusion and decide to go the other way.
which way is right when i can choose? the division takes over and i can not control no longer
i stop and stare around me with the divided sides
they now become one as i lost control; which way to go i will never know. it is divided in two the hair falls to a side
waiting looking at the time, divided to the other side
where to go with two choices...division getting harder
i run in one way pushing my hair to the other side
i get lost in my confusion and decide to go the other way.
which way is right when i can choose? the division takes over and i can not control no longer
i stop and stare around me with the divided sides
they now become one as i lost control; which way to go i will never know. it is divided in two the hair falls to a side
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