EROTIC POETRY COLLECTION
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random #32
thrusts
towel
Shibari
Over Coffee
I, Your First Girl
Shift
Cascades
Mouth
Fingers
A Man’s Thigh
and again
POETRY COLLECTION
face
The Kiss 2.0
humble fool
dreams
Chandelier
burning alive
his quiet reflections
retreat (#35)
horizon
Serious Moonlight
Blackfire
tick
Prism
To The Rhythm
then, now
silent napalm
dark mare, run
Ghosting
my plate
Eleven to Midnight
Moonstruck
Scorpion Squished
Kintsukuroi Me
Not My Feeling
Thistle
Play Dumb
Death’s Door
Finality
Eyes
Trellis
Where Souls Meet
Break
In Light
She Left
Amber Fluid
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Scratchings #2
daytime, nighttime what I felt and what another dreadsall I experience is blueit used to be red what should beand what really isall is blue, no feeling of redstrong bleach our reality is Christina Schmidt, MA
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Scratchings #1
To be clear… I did not delete AWC, I deactivated it. I do my best to honor my intuition and, simply, my intuition told me I was not done with ArmedWithCoffee. I am currently reactivating the blog as I have several poetry pieces under consideration for publication (fingers crossed) and I was asked about the…
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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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