When I was twenty-two and lived
In Israel for a spell,
I needed cash and got a job
In a small seaside hotel.
We worked in teams to clean the rooms;
We vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed -
The hardest work I’d ever done
(‘Til teaching, when I subbed).
One little tidbit I recall
Involved the bathroom goals -
Fresh towels, washcloths, bath mat
And new toilet paper rolls.
We never left a started roll
Nor tissue box half-filled,
For seeing something someone used
Would make guests less than thrilled.
I doubt if that’s the case today.
Though I don’t really care,
In my current hotel bathroom,
Two half-rolls were hanging there.
Categories:
subbed, change, jobs,
Form: Rhyme
Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
Categories:
subbed, love,
Form: Free verse
It’s early morning and you’re still in sleep
And I’ve woken up to the miss of your skin
Your hair with the lingering smell of your neck
That has drifted too far away in bed
Although it is still too dark to see
I dug my way through cover and sheet
I hug behind feeling your care
In between this cotton layer
I run my hand on your naked waist
Wanting there more I can taste
Moving further towards the obvious crest
Your tender and so soft felt breast
The touch did though wake you up
As i try flick us more to rub
You turn towards as I resign
You subbed your legs crossing mine
Our away bodies now partying touch
Yearning passionately of more such
You poked me in my tingly place
Arousing more this interlace
In turn excitedly I tingled yours
Shushing out escaping roars
We chuckled and smiled
Moaning too but mild
All the passion we share
In this morning love dare
Then I pulled myself little back
But drooling sensation still hack
Making you stretch as i sway
And moving yourself back away
Still smelling the scent you let
On my finger return back wet
Makes again drowsy more to lay
This diary of sensual play.
Categories:
subbed, fantasy, love, romance, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Sharp teeth incising my neck,
It's uncontrollably going on trek,
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite,
My heart is gradually tearing from its position,
Already,my fore limbs are choped off by his sharpened dagger,
His enlogated nails are pluging off my eyes,
"Return no more",
The assassin said within an uproar,
"I'm February 13th from stapled territory crowned to cause demean,
Ruling with hatched and mingled sin,
Tyranically subbed to configure false traits,
When I'm done with you,...you'll be left a constraint,
Your intenstines would be taken out through your palms,
And you'll respect my day before the red day comes.
Well,my speech is less painful than my well boiled harms,
So take it fast before life in you is gapped.
See you later when I return with heavy club."
Categories:
subbed, adventure,
Form: Dramatic Verse