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...
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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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Trying to connect with over telephone wire
an attempt to inspire an erection
correction
something that moves you
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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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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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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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These are the times when I miss you the most...
When my mind is clouded and
I can't see the promises around me.
You lead me through these places
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My pen feels weak in my hands.
My emotions seem to pour
like a hourglass full of sand.
with every inhale my chest trembles
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Two of the same blood with conflicting hearts.
He with the task of showing me everything that Iam
and am not.
She speaks few words to sting and pierce into the layers of my heart.
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