Things Butch-Femme

American Tragedy

I admit it!  It’s become winter here in Maine, and I just despise the season.  I despise snow, ice and bitter cold weather.  It makes me irritable, cranky (maybe those are one in the same) short tempered and sleepy.  It’s the time of year that I most fight my depression issues.  Despite medications, depression can… Continue reading American Tragedy

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Poetry, Things Butch-Femme

Fire and want

The smoldering fire, white hot, rages In my gut, my heart, my loins I crave to take you there Completely, unashamedly To places only you dream Of On days that end in Y Your why is never questioned You obey, you submit, you come To me, willingly, softly, fiercely Rage In my mind, in my… Continue reading Fire and want

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Sizzzzzle…..

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Swiftly the edge of her spirit
like a razor’s edge sliced away
with a white hot fire,
searing me, soul and bones,
Blurring the line between
love and desire,
Burying  it in
the weight of its stones,
She gives more than I
could ever require.
Slipping softly, gently resting
on her mind,
The tender blessing
of purity, she never leaves me blind
We’ve known sorrows and our joy
Swept our memories in a pile
I’m her femme, she’s my boi
A love that’s full of style
Promises that float above our heads
Stars that light the way though our lives
On the mountains or in valley beds
The air remembers all our sighs
So we rise from the ashes of the past
Like a warm smoke that comes from constant fire
Looking in the same direction at last
Like the eyelashes of a mare, in the presence of her sire,

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