It's Only Ironic If You Don't Have Hands

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

If I Let You...?

So yeah...this started as an Ali and Courteney poem...and turned into a Courteney Solo. And to think...I was embarrased by Let Me...Full title of this one is ifiletyouwouldyoufuckme? But thats going to be unofficial I believe. :) Sticking with the "let" theme.


there is water on my
windowsill
be careful not to slip.

can I climb your Everest?
will you slide down my waterfall?

I am nervous. and you are sweet.
so you bite my lip for me.

I take this fabric off my body and you stare at what you’ve been
missing, wanting, needing, dreaming?

touch this!
now lose yourself!
touch this!
sometimes being demanding gets me
here
there
everywhere.

unwrap those hands from ‘round my neck
unwrap
or
squeeze
-you decide-

as I see your skin I feel fire
as I hear your voice I am flame

your hands are in my hair
your nipple is in my mouth
and my hands are


lower

crying and coming sound so wonderfully, deliciously, similar
make me sound like I am SUFFERING! please?

I want to disappear within your wants
I want to disappear beneath your needs
but only just for now
now. now. now.
NOW!

empty your everything
until this moment
is full.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Texas Boys

hey ali,

a texas boy wants to do me.

just thought you should know.

--court