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TOO GOOD TO BE SIN

Let me lose myself in
the caress of your hands:
Disappear in the taste of your skin
It's your intimate touch
That I'm craving so much
and it feels too good to be sin.

© drc 2006

YOUR EYES

You drew me in.
Your eyes so bottomless
I fell into their depths.

© drc 2006
 

I just rediscovered this poem I wrote many years ago...

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THINKING OF YOU

The night is dark and wet,
   shivering under the crying clouds...
Rain is dropping everywhere -
making street lamps look like stars
splashing on the parking lot
   creating puddle mirrors
reflecting the lights in the darkness above.

Somewhere in that
crystal clear, rain drenched,
neon light interrupted night
is a window to you.

    ~~<~~<~{@

© drc  11/06/95   11:00 p.m.

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A STACKED DECK
(last line changed 1/16/06)


I look back and reminisce
and wish for all the times I miss
You could be here
I could be there...
and all those times without your kiss

I look at now and see the lack
and all the while I want you back
but you're not here
and I'm not there.
I cut the cards and see the stack

    ... against me.

I look ahead for what's in store
and all I see is wanting more
more of you here
more of me there...
The hell with cards - I'm out the door.

© drc 2006

CASANOVA

I know a Casanova
(or maybe more than one)
the lovely thing about it is
They're always so much fun.

There truly is no guile in him
He seeks not to deceive
To see a woman unfulfilled
It makes him truly grieve.

Whatever hidden thing they want,
and everything they feel.
Their intimate, unspoken lusts
are flames he must reveal.

The women he sets eyes on

though they know his reputation

allow themselves to be seduced

or fight their own frustration.

He might be called a libertine

But not by those who know.
And those who've seen within his heart
could never be his foe.

So, Casanova, make me gasp,
set my insides aflame
Make me forget quite how to breathe
I'm ready,
        are you game?

©drc 2006
  

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WIPED OUT

Look deep into my eyes:
I'm very tired.

The lights are out
    and
nobody's home.

©drc 2006
  

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THE FEEL OF THINGS

A memory of
the feel of things:
    Your soft caress
that gives me wings...  

Your velvet voice

against my skin:

    it whispers of
delicious sin.

Your fingers drawing

trails on me

    giving me chills

expectantly

Your lips so ... MMmm!

I cannot get

    enough of you

(you make me sweat!)

I'm savored like
the finest wine
    Oh... catch my breath!

It feels divine

I close my eyes...

(I can't keep track!)

   ...

    What I surmise
is you I lack.

© drc 2006

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HOLIDAYS

The food: it was good;
and the company: great.
There was plenty to fill
both the heart and the plate.

© drc 2005

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©drc 2005

 "adult content" warning!!

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DEAR SANTA
(Missing the Buzz)

Dear Santa, we all know that
being good just can't be rated.

drc 2005