Queen Bitch (a poem)

* This post contains mature language. “What a bitch.”As if I didn’t know. Soon dies the complacent, trembling little flower.I intend to thrive much longer. Better still, I am Queen Bitch.And you, a little one. Mutter, walk, pretend you don’t see.Because this Bitch stands her ground. Get back to me when you can do the…

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Even then (a poem)

Not all chances lostTime moves us forward at costSo, too, the futureAs yet unseen, much will never changeEven then, yes. Idiocy and sincerity A fine lineI walk it oftenSoul knows; heart stupid Even then, yes. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee

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ran, fell (a poem)

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Intense (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…

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depths (a poem)

i am a lot to lovei want too muchmayhap, i know my worthand you can’t cut the check you wouldn’t know depthsif you were drowning cheap voicecheap wordslittered, trampled trinketsstrewn across the sandy gift shop did you know?that’s where the exit is i’ve gone deep divingif i need to find youi know where to lookshallow…

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The Kiss 2.0 (a poem)

[Painting, “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt] Two sets of eyes, signaling truthsWarm smiles, issuing polite conversationClose, never touching Moments known to themMoments both precious and fleetingHere and there, time and space Weeks, months, years of momentsSeconds of a heartbeat, a lifetime of feelingEnough to satiate until their eyes next locked A chance, a gap, a…

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Coward (a poem)

Everything you can’t sayEverything you can’t doWithholding is a strengthSidestepping an art Limp, ineffectualFlaccid, posturingShining, glimmeringIn brief attentions Contributing nothingTaking allRefusing whileBasking in rays Gluttonous, sanctimonious Pious excuse of a manDo what you do bestHide, insisting friends Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com

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