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The pants are too short - on purpose, of course - exposing his usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress exactly. You have to be strong to truly be open.” ― April Sinclair, “The moral of the story is even though that seemed like the end of the world back then, right now I can look back on it and laugh.
And I totally want to jump him.” ― Stephanie Perkins, “Ask yourself, does this person make me feel good about myself? And if anyone is going through something similar right now just know it will get better.” ― Phil Lester “Unrequited love is the only emotion that allows sane people to taste the “life sentence” of someone with bipolar disorder.
There’s nothing wrong with being innocent or high minded But I’m glad you’re not.5. And eyes big love-crumbs,and possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new7. ”As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.8. When you’re in a long-term relationship and you’re stressed and have maybe forgotten how exquisite your partner is.“Hand Games” by Marge Piercy Mostly the television is onand the washer is running and the kettleshrieks it’s boiling while the telephonerings.
When you are in the first blush of love and you want to shout it from the rooftops.“Steps" by Frank O’Haraoh god it’s wonderfulto get out of bedand drink too much coffeeand smoke too many cigarettesand love you so much6. When you find yourself thinking, “You know, there really aren’t enough poems about blow jobs.”“The Platonic Blow” W. Auden I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue. When you’re a queer gal who is tired of people asking you how “lesbian sex” works."Haiku" by Anna Pulley (Shameless plug! Mostly we are worrying aboutthe fuel bill and how to pay the taxesand whether the diet is workingwhen the moment of vulnerabilitylights on the nose like a blue mothand flitters away through clouds of mosquitoesand the humid night. I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—and the cry that always escapes,the low, humiliatingpremise of union—In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answerfused in one soundthat mounts and mounts and thenis split into the old selves,the tired antagonisms.
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An honest, Sensible humane Man, above all the Littlenesses of Vanity, and Extravagances of Imagination, labouring to do good rather than be rich, to be usefull rather than make a show, living in a modest Simplicity clearly within his Means and free from Debts or Obligations, is really the most respectable Man in Society, makes himself and all about him the most happy.” ― John Adams, “I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move.""You did not! And if he doesn't, then I suggest you jump his bones."... It's a handsome skinny black suit with a shiny sheen.
The following poems speak to the emotions specific to different phases in relationships, from first-date jitters to decades-long loves to soul-crushing breakups. Poems with links in the title will take you to the full versions.)1. and you could not be happier.“Epistolary” by Jill Alexander Essbaum Dear BLANK. The untidy-up-able mess Of your meanness, piles of petty treasons Birthed like broken promises, breech. …Then with no walls around us, you and Iwill speak of truth to each other,the soil that grows the vegetableas deeply as the flower that nevertouches the soil.20.
When you’re infatuated and everything feels intense, yet vague and uncertain.let’s live like the light that killsand let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you. I shall be brief, but frank, Terse if not curt, aloof, though unswerving—What little we had amounted to nothing. I sit on a sandbank as I scribe this, For tonight the twilit beach is impossibly Gorgeous. No the two of us together Like the last time, but whatever. When the relationship wasn’t meant to be, but the sex was fantastic.“The Word” by Dorianne Laux You called it screwing, what we did nightson the rug in front of the mirror, drapedover the edge of a hotel bed, on balconiesoverlooking the dark hearts of fir treesor a city of flickering lights.
Freaks should remain at the circus, not in your apartment. Have faith.” ― Greg Behrendt, “The best men tell you the truth because they think you can take it; the worst men either try to preserve you in some innocent state with their false protection, or are ‘brutally honest.’ When someone tells, lets you think for yourself, experience your own emotions, he is treating you as a true equal, a friend…And the best men cook for you.” ― Whitney Otto, “Distinguish yourself [...] in an age where girls often make themselves too available to boys, by making him work a little for your attention.
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Yet I trust your absence, in everythingwholly evident: the rain in the white basin, and Ivigilant.“Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by W. Yeats Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.11.