First a silly Haiku:

Sex and choc-oh-lot
can be messy when too hot
like both quite a lot

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And now some stuff from old notebooks:
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The taste of coffee,
and I think of her.
Writhing with sweet torment
her smile, her eyes,
She ignites me.

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It was raining this morning,
hours before sunrise.
I thought of you,
and fantasies unfulfilled.

I wondered
Would a mist surround us?
Would we be battered by raindrops?
Would we even care,
drawing warmth from each other's bodies?

I imagine the scent of your hair,
the taste of the raindrops on your neck.
Becoming lost in the pools of your eyes
I loose my form, melting
in the rain and into you.

11/13/97 3:40am Stockton

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Oh! found another haiku:

A look in her eyes
that cuts deep into my soul
makes my breath take pause.

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alrighty enough for a first post. methinks I will have to write something a bit more explicit for this crowd.