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Diane Brewer Poem
3/16/18 @11:35a
When I’m with you I loose all track of time,
as though you posses and capture my mind.
Your touch electrify’s and stimulates my core,
making me beg and want you more.
Your lips and sweet kisses make me loose all control…
hijacking my desires, you take over as pilot
I surrender to your leading as though I don't know how to fly yet.
You have become entwined into the fibers of my flesh,
like an intricate pattern that somehow just seems to mesh…
We have already melted together, how am I going to disconnect?
What am I going to do with you… how am I going to make it through?
Through to the other side,
where your magic fingers don't caress and open me wide…
How did I let you cause such an infection…
Yet, I’m still longing for your deep injection
Copyright © Diane Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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Diane Brewer Poem
I miss you playing in my hair,
kissing me everywhere
I miss your touch and your caress,
you know what I like best...
Correction!! Do not call me a freak!
I do not like my hair being pulled or being nibbled on...
I like it when YOU pull my hair, gently, but strong enough
I like it when YOU nibble on me, just like eating soft fruit
I like the way you do what you do,
when you do what you do,
and how you do what you do,
to me.
I'm missing all of you.
Copyright © Diane Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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Diane Brewer Poem
6/6/18 @2:57a
In your arms you hold and squeeze me
In your arms you make and mold me
As i melt in between your fingers
You are the Potter I am the clay
And i breathe to catch my breath
In your hands you hold and caress me
In your hands they grab and grip me
As our bodies blend together
You are the Baker I am the dough
And your hands smoothly pass over every curve
On your chest you hold and adore me
On your chest I rest and reside
As we exist in each others arms
You are the Musician I am the music
And the sonnets of our souls produce a master piece
You are the Painter and I am the palette
And our separate works become a mosaic
You are the Carpenter I am the wood
And beauty comes from our rough edges
How it is to be held by you
Copyright © Diane Brewer | Year Posted 2018
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Diane Brewer Poem
I know you can't hear me... but I need you to listen
We used to be such good friends
We talked and talked until the night ends
I never meant to hurt you...
We shared laughs and jokes
We shares dreams and hopes
I never meant to hurt you...
You were to be admired
You were a good son, brother.. and to be desired
I never meant to hurt you...
I never knew if you really cared
I never knew if for me you dared... despite how they talked and disapproved
But, I never meant to hurt you...
What did you expect me to do??
I did what I thought was good to do...
I never meant to hurt you.
I've moved on now...
I've got a man who is good and strong and loves me like you didn't
I've learned what love looks like, and I've learned to REALLY enjoy it...
I have learned to love and please me...
What we were has past,
I'm planning to make THIS good thing last...
I know you cannot hear me, but I needed you to listen.
Copyright © Diane Brewer | Year Posted 2020
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