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A Little Yawn

It starts with a little yawn,
then a stretch, both fore and aft.
Next the blankets start to move,
I just have to laugh.

She shuffles up from the bottom,
of the bed, where warm and snug,
she had slept the whole night through,
as snug as a bug in a rug.

But, comes the tock of six a.m.
her internal clock goes "Bong".
A morning ritual now begins, 
softly, with a little yawn.

Her nose peeks out from beneath,
the rest of her soon follows.
Her head she rubs into my neck,
as I try to hide in the pillow.

It is no use, I'm now wide awake,
I climb out, into the world where I belong.
Just before she scrambles back beneath,
she gives out a little yawn.



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Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011


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Harvesting dreams

I’m behind her eyes throughout the night,
I’m playing with her dream.
She doesn’t realise it’s me that knows,
Shadows aren’t as they seem.

I make her feel comfort, safe and secure, 
As snug as a bug in a rug.
She doesn’t realise my smoke’s more than toxic, 
A dreamy sort of drug.

With me in her mind she’s protected, guarded,
From everything that is real.
She thinks this is how sleep’s meant to be, 
A sleepy slaughtered kind of surreal.

I’m the genuine authentic nightmare man,
Stealing dreams from every night.
I’m the guy that makes her sleep with nothing, 
Harvesting her dreams by candlelight.


Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016


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Velvetine Velour

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood, ecstasy under a red velvet blanket, under me, over you whoa this is wild even to this wild heart of mine well now I fancy this, that and you oooh yeah and that feels so good...
Although the rain outside continues to fall and this early February wind is subzero I am as snug as a bug in a rug oh what a valentines night to remember, passion like I've never known before, heart to heart and skin on skin and then for whatever reason that remains therefore and again and again and even then once more oh what a feeling on the bed, in the floor all over VELVETINE VALOUR...
It's coming to the point morning will find us closer together, falling in love with each other, a burning desire like a fire from one lover to another, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body next to mine oh this is wild now even to this wild, wild heart of mine, what a valentines night to remember, romantic and erotic beyond anything you could compare it to oh now and I fancy her, I fancy you and I fancy that too, whoa and it sure feels so damn good, and even then once more, on the bed, in the floor oh what a feeling, oh what a feeling all over VELVETINE VALOUR!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2017