Khauri Teverbaugh

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...
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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?
...

I know what lies between the thighs of
manipulation and deciet...
I have plunged into her slippery depths of
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You do not impress me ghost ridin tha whip
or by what expensive brand of booze that you sip
to see you without that haze in your eyes or that gate around your heart
I want to see you, black man...standing as you are
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I left my wife and kids today.
They could not make me stay.
I didn't like the way we lived...
What they said...
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Peacefully the morning started
each lover in the other's arms lay
she reveled at the rise and fall of his chest
and how he made her hips swirl and sway
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Driving in the direction of my heart
Trudging through the slain thoughts of life's war in my mind
Traveling in time, noticing colors and sound
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Trying to connect with over telephone wire
an attempt to inspire an erection
correction
something that moves you
...

Goodness, Goodness
where do I start, where do I begin
My heart is 'just fine', pero mi corazon...
I put on such a seemingly brave front,
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There is a pang
in my chest and it
pounds and pulses...
I can not say why,
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Arched feet
Slender legs
Perfect posture
Softly rounded arms
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Her silky locks...the wind and wave.
The curve of her hips and the sway of her back...
the bend of the Earth.
Her thighs...the slopes of hills & pasture to graze on.
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Your hands cuddle & caress...
cradle me
mold me
I'm a fool for not letting you
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