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...
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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...
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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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There is a pang
in my chest and it
pounds and pulses...
I can not say why,
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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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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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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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