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I wish I was a fly on the wall
Then I could hear what she was saying
To my good friend Saul
Does she even like me at all
I sure wish I was a fly on the wall
Everytime I hear the phone ring I hope its her call
I would know,if only I was a fly on the wall
Yes I wish I was a fly on the wall
Then I would know if she really liked me at all
My friend Saul said she really does like me
I would be able to see for myself
If only I was a fly on the wall

"Is it so wrong to speak your mind, to be honest in your thoughts and to be honest and kind"

"Accept me for who I am for I am true and open minded, I am tired of being misunderstood, you make me weep, you leave me blinded"

"Be proud you have a friend like me, who will listen, who does not judge and encourages you to be free..I offer you words of wisdom, experience, I do my best to fill your days with joy and glee"

"Direct your anger and frustration towards me, it's ok, for I know you don't really mean it....sometimes it is best to reach rock bottom, for only then can you see that you will rise again, and maybe higher than you ever expected"

"I'll never change, I like who I am, a strong but sensitive being, take it, for I am offering you my hand....I'll not walk ahead of you, neither will I walk behind you, but side by side we will stroll, together, adding humor and laughter..Tears..they will be few"

"So trudge along grudgingly my friend if that is what you wish, I'll not give up on you, I'll wait patiently, your deserved life I will unleash"

"Now you will reap lifes wonderful delights, the smell of nature, and the worlds most astounding sights...This is what you have been missing, the simplicity of it all, and should you ever trip and tumble, I'll always be there to catch your fall"

She wants you to look at her,
and think,
you know what lady?
Your special.

One in a million.

A lady needs to be shown,
That she is good for you.

That you are grateful,
that she exists.
That she is,
Alive.

When she washes your clothes,
Say thank you sweetheart.

Give her lots of kisses.
Because even one kiss from you,
will be a kiss she will cherish forever.

She needs reassurance,
Not demands or the need,
For you to control her.

When you make love to her,
Make love.
Don't make her feel that she's simply there to satisfy your lust.

She's worth more than that.

She loves you.
She adores you.
And all that's she's asking for really,
Is that you acknowledge this.

Loyalty to her alone,
Is something,
She prizes,
And needs.

She is not weaker than you.
She is simply,
A woman.

A woman in love.
With you.

as my fingers write away
I know not what I will write
they are just from my space
you may watch me drift away
you may see me here

there is no boundries with words
they creep up
words?
they lay their letters before you
it is placed
it sealed

for whom chooses to read
and for whom chooses to expell
funny place to be
and yet
solice steers its weary head

we write within and without
the gifts of sensing
there is no return
once "send" is pushed

Did I just push "Send"?

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Whose Loving Who
People find it very easy to say
i love you the words
roll of there tongue,
I say it should roll
from there heart.
whose loving who?
love is something that
evolves not happens over night.
me i fall more in love
with the people i love
everyday so even though
i love them like crazy
now its going to be greater
tomorrow and will
continue to grow
and evolve each new passing day.
You lucky
people you all know
who you all are.
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I forever roam and whisper,
deep in thought and oft times jester,
at all the things I see today;
Before me endless possibilities lay,
I never wanted anything else,
But to be happy and sure inside myself
and although I am not completely done,
I consider my race not yet won.
SO if you see me beyond this stage,
Know that I'm breaking beyond my cage,
of safety nets and without a harness,
in search of someone's loving caress,
But much more than that in this warm weather,
Before I reach the end of my tether,
Don't be shy and send me a mail,
and who knows if we succeed or fail,
But to test the waters, you and I,
you have to stop wondering why,
just drop me a mail and give me a try.

Excitement bubbles,in my stomach,
we bond by phone,instantly.
In jokes fly,new or old,like the theme,
we plan,our great wild,debauchery!

Our mutual message,is acceptance,
each other's fault,a source of laughter.
Full feelings,of affection brimming,
we plan our night,of full disaster!

No serious things,to consider,
we take each other,off the hook.
My constant friend,on the inside,
poised to laugh at,just one look!

And when its late,we've danced our fill,
I can trust in him,to hold my hand.
For our friendship's,heart,is pure,
just cherish,love,and understand.

your beauty lights my eyes my hands want to graze your soul tonight your heart is it pounding like mine i need your eyes to look at me so i can know im worth your look your so beautiful my friend i want to gently graze your heart kiss your face im in need of your look

You don't have t'sleep on that ol' couch,
My bed is soft and warm.
Not tryin' to put no moves on you,
Don't mean you any harm.

But as they lay there side-by-side,
Him with his back to her,
There came a soft and timid voice,
That caused in him a stir.

"Can we cuddle?" she sweetly asked.
"Well, sure," came his reply.
And as her breasts pressed to his back,
He stopped to wonder why.

Does she want me or is this just,
A crying out for touch?
He pondered for a lengthy time,
Their friendship meant so much.

He fin'lly turned to her and kissed,
His need he did not hide.
They did not stop until they both,
Were fully satisfied.

So now they're friends with benefits,
I tell you that it's true,
You can be lovers and be friends,
This is my gift to you.

sharpness will come quick and swift
as one might be speared

you wont cry out,
"I am dead!"

you will ponder
"why"

then you breath
once again
taking that deep breath
looking out

your door that was slightly open

Open it wide, many a wondrous play is out there
to put pen to paper

As we all write and share,
How open is really anyone's door?

but really, who cares?

Its not about that..

let that woven mat of words
swing, slide. grip. stand, free fall from grace, rise to utopia, which ever way you create a space to place your words.

At times the spear will fall
Or be aimed, now that's special....

One does not always see through the same sphere...
That's how we make friends..

Tis the beauty of friendship

xxxx