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Activity is mild during the Tuesday noon-hour inside the shopping center, and the kid is sleeping while I put words together in a small notepad. We're sitting in a sort of resting station, an identical one of many throughout the mall. The chair I occupy has puffy leather cushions, and is more or less uncomfortable, but he seems content in his stroller. The kid, my nephew, four months, has been out for a while, saving energy for whatever's coming his way. We're in the same boat, I guess, getting by day to day.
When I'm not caught up in conjuring sentences in black graphite lines, I watch people. A young woman ages drastically as she nears; this happens with several more women. A number of new mothers push strollers across the smooth tile. They wanted a baby, got one, and now they're stuck carting it around the mall so they don't get stir crazy. They don't want to make eye contact with a baby sitter with a pierced eyebrow.
The kid and I are waiting for things to happen. In the mean time, I sit and he sleeps. In his waking hours, we have conversations, 4-month-old to 230-month-old, and we speak maturely - none of that baby-talk nonsense. My job is to keep him amused. His is to return the favor.
A woman walks by, youthful and then less so, for a third time. The kid cries for a moment in his sleep, but who could blame him? He finds peace again, and I don't worry about it. I watch him, motionless in his portable bed. Though idle and immobile for this period of his life, he'll be moving around before long. Maybe the same could be said about me.
His mother returns from her shopping, and he head separate ways. I'm off to a cafe to get more words out, and he's off to eventually wake up and chew on his blanket. As for as little ones go, he's a pretty good one, and I try to play a parallel role as an uncle. We get by day to day, the kid and I.
When I'm not caught up in conjuring sentences in black graphite lines, I watch people. A young woman ages drastically as she nears; this happens with several more women. A number of new mothers push strollers across the smooth tile. They wanted a baby, got one, and now they're stuck carting it around the mall so they don't get stir crazy. They don't want to make eye contact with a baby sitter with a pierced eyebrow.
The kid and I are waiting for things to happen. In the mean time, I sit and he sleeps. In his waking hours, we have conversations, 4-month-old to 230-month-old, and we speak maturely - none of that baby-talk nonsense. My job is to keep him amused. His is to return the favor.
A woman walks by, youthful and then less so, for a third time. The kid cries for a moment in his sleep, but who could blame him? He finds peace again, and I don't worry about it. I watch him, motionless in his portable bed. Though idle and immobile for this period of his life, he'll be moving around before long. Maybe the same could be said about me.
His mother returns from her shopping, and he head separate ways. I'm off to a cafe to get more words out, and he's off to eventually wake up and chew on his blanket. As for as little ones go, he's a pretty good one, and I try to play a parallel role as an uncle. We get by day to day, the kid and I.
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-Love- Sexual
Press your mouth
Hard
Onto mine
Tonight
I don't care who I am
Only who I'm with
And I need
To be
With you
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I'd rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
For air
Again
Let me feel your skin
On mine
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I'm so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Because togetherness
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
So s
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Making Love is More than Sex
If I could only touch you,
I'd kiss you head to toe.
Massage out all your worries,
giving you that lover's glow.
When I am into someone,
I'm giving everything.
You have control of every move,
my focus is what pleasure brings.
I have no inhibitions when,
it comes to making love.
I'll slowly kiss your ruby lips,
you point the way, below, above.
And if you only want a flower,
I'll curb my appetite.
Build bed of roses ten feet deep,
that bring a gasp at just the sight.
See,... making love to me takes every shape,
and your desire.
So if I do my job, no matter what,
it quenches fire.
So if you want to be alone and satisfy your
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heavy heart
a heavy heart I hold today
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Nothing much.
'bout my neph, I guess.
Just words.
'bout my neph, I guess.
Just words.
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