From Dictation To Climax

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The scene was set, the curtains closed,

the action – long and drawn out.

Midnight was approaching, and my joy lay open and empty,

right in front of my anticipatory face.

With slow hand, I lightly pinched the pen

between two warm fingers and one clumsy thumb.

Mindlessly, I felt my way around the wet ink’s slippery slopes,

making sexy doodles with the target close at hand.

Whispering sweet nothings into the fold between the lines,

I cautiously bit the end of the pen,

and waited for the word…any word at all.

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From The Lowest Limb

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I shuffled down the dirt road at a snail’s pace

trying to prolong my existence,

in a feeble attempt to postpone the inevitable,

my back to a howling wind that pushed me along.

The whistling in my ears muted the sneers

from a multitude of dust devils.

High noon was fast approaching,

bringing to light a tortuous certainty.

I stared down at the loosely hanging shackles

that bound me to the filth of poetic injustice.

Muttered a curse to the sentence pronounced.

Swore to the gods through the pangs of retribution.

I knew where I was headed,

and followed the footsteps of many a man most assuredly

WANTED!

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Enough Aplenty

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Leave well enough alone.

Always despise not good enough.

Enjoy enough? Well…yes, of course.

Loathe not enough.

Love enough.

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Be thankful for those times

when you do have enough.

Tell you what…I’ve had enough of this.

Enough already. Enough! Enough!

There’s enough for everyone.

Take some, have some, it’s good for you!

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Now, are you enough?

Or should you be more than enough?

How can you be more than enough?

That I am is simply enough.

Thus, what I am now is enough.

I am enough!

Love enough.

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You don’t need to be more than enough.

The Universe will forever be that.

Enough is enough.

Please have enough.

Nuff said.

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