Khauri Teverbaugh Poems

I do not submit to you because
I can not handle life's situations...
My submission is not a sign of weakness.
I submit to you because
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I can't describe how you touch me...
you see
you mark me
daily
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Can I join you in your world?
Can I come rest in your arms...
away from all this mess?
A peek or visit is not enough...
...

I gasp as you take your stance,
You make my hips move at your will,
pull me and push me into your rhythm...
and make my body wait for...
...

A master at her arts of teasing...
and pleasing.
She loves without loving;
Waiting to be called to become the mysterious consort again.
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Arms clasped in this circle,

Who should step forward and who should step back
Each weighing the possibilities of it making us mad
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Struggling with the definition “Queen”
The truest meaning failing to be seen, in my eyes
I strive, to be…Me.
The impertinence of personal connotations swaying me from
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There is something in the friction of
our touch
that electirifies and soothes that spot
deep inside that
...

What has me bothered so?

What is it that draws tears from the well of my soul?
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I know what lies between the thighs of
manipulation and deciet...
I have plunged into her slippery depths of
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