I long for you to choose me,
not for my silken tresses or girlish waist,
but for my soul made of ice, fire, and woman.
I long for your hands to find me
where there’s no math,
only the precision of desire.
I could dwell with you forever
without a map.
In a place where even outside, you are inside my city
And landmark aren’t mutable
and you aren’t removable.
Where we could hold something real ever after.
I long for your cloak and resolve to fall.
Come cling, devour, captures. Feel me shiver and shake.
Lead me where no one has invented goodbye
and ardor in high demand.
A place where you love me and you love me Where we savor the ache.
Let my hips, under yours, grow to fit your loneliness.
Let your arms make a soft place for me on your bed of granite.
Shadow me in yourself. Your light bending through me.
Changing me into something other than what I was.
A queen. A goddess. Let your lips tell me
you’ve been expecting me.
-Tosha Michelle
That was an emotionally moving piece of passion and desire! Beautiful!
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Thanks, Jeffrey
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Quite welcome π
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Lovely π
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Thank you. xo
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Very welcome π xo
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I long for you to choose me,
not for my silken tresses or girlish waist,
but for my soul made of ice, fire, and woman.
everything….after that stanza…was just color on the rose petals.
Wow…..
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Thanks, Eric. So much for my schedule. It’s yucky out so I figured I just write and post. Hope you’re having a good one.
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It’s terrible here too.
This really was amazing.
Stay warm and safe. All my best, Poetess. β‘
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You too. Good reading weather xo
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yes ma’am! xo π
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Sad for both of you even though it’s nice you get to read. Here it is around 16 degrees celsius and the flowers are blooming like crazy everywhere while the sun is without fault high in sky π
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Sticking my tongue out at you. I’m kidding. I really can’t complain too much, our winters are fairly mild.
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Dear Tosha, wanted to be the first to enjoy you for a long time in post. Today I managed. Wow. A good feeling. π I think few times in life I read phrases like these: “Let my hips, under yours, grow to fit your loneliness. Let your arms make a soft place for me on your marble bed.”
Thank you, you’re spectacular. I love your space. Good evening and Weekend.
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Thank you kindly. The feeling is mutual.
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Lovely. Sexy and romantic.
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Thank you. Have a wonderful weekend.
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Love the raw emotion! Brilliant as always, my friend.
Ellie xxoo
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Thanks sweet lady.
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Beautiful writing. This poem soars
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Thank you xo
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Wow, Tosha — this is one hot piece of writing! Whew, my eyeballs were burning just reading it! π Very lovely indeed. “Where we savor the ache” is just one of many lines — hell, why quote lines when the whole poem rocks. Very sweet. And … I like Chet, too. π
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He’s was a God. Thanks, Deb. I’m really glad you like the poem. xo
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I can tell … !!! This is hot stuff, Miss T. π
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π
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So awe-inspiring … every word, emotion captivates me!!
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Thank you!
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One of my favourite pieces by Chet to savour this beautiful poem on longing. Ahh that place where nobody has invented yet goodbye, the brink of potentiality. I love when you are between whimsical and desirous. Perhaps you were countering the cold outside but that was sizzling even despite the nostalgia and longing π
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Perhaps. I just burnt my hand putting my pasta creation in the oven. I am definitely feeling the heat. π xx
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Ah ah ah. And here I was imagining you up to something much more exotic than Italian food π
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I wish. This is why I write. Haha
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π xoxo
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I love the first part best. And the song selection- fantastic. xo
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Thanks, Niles
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There is something magical that happens when one expresses such desire with so much purity. The lyricism of the soul just springs forth. It is like the sculpture of Rodin in poetic form. I loved this piece.
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Thank you so much! x
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An awesome piece of writing. You are the Queen, the Goddess, and more. Bravo
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Aww. Thank you xx
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Where there is no math.. Love that. Beyond calculation.
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π
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Perpetually brilliant writing. xy
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thank you xo
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The only problem that I see with your poetry is that they are always longing for something you have yet to find….
I hope you find it…
..and then post about how amazing it is.
You deserve it.
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or maybe I have found it and just recall how the longing felt. Who can say for sure? π Oh, me, but I’m not telling π
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Touche, belle.
Keep your secrets, then. Lol
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I can be bribed. Haha
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I have. …..*digs in pocket* about $1.25….in nickels. π
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Darn, if you had it in quarters, I would have revealed all.
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You’re asking a lot. Bit high maintenance, are we?
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A wee bit.
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…………….π’
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Oh man! That’s some kind of longing, desire and poetry! π
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π xx
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I am proud to have you as the most faithful supporter.
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My pleasure
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Nice work. Great flow.
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Thank you.
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Beautifully penned, wonderful imagery! Tosha you never disappoint, your writing is always thought provoking and filled with so much emotion. Please enjoy your Saturday.
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Thank you so much. You too!
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You’re welcome.
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that was damned hot. Time for that cold shower!
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Ha Ha. Just think John Wayne.
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damn! now i’m gettin hotter! hahaha
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You nut. Ha-ha
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How Rude! I as sane as…oh, who am I kidding!? π
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I think our newly founded mate hood is based on rudeness. This is better than crudeness but not as fun as “taking the piss’ Charming slang by the way.
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You may be right! It is the Yorkshire way to peculate the micturate. But we need to know each others quirks to take it properly. Therefore, for now, rudeness will stand at the fore of our “Mate hood”.
Although I must take the piss out of your state dance!! THE SHAG?! seriously? That is childishly amusing. heehee
tatty-bnoo!
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Don’t knock it until you’ve tried shagging on the boulevard, Mister. My quirks are many. I’ll keep them hidden. You just keep thinking I’m perfect. I mean how could you think I am any less? This is a whole lot of awesome going on here. Oh brother! Note, being full of myself is actually not one of my quirks. Until we rude again, Adieu
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so many things to sy about that first sentence!! they, however, would veer into crude and I refuse to steer my car in that direction just yet
Until we once more ride the rude rail together. Tatty-bnooooooo
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π xxx
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Just lovely π
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Thank you π
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I always feel I should add something rather than a compliment, but you said everything in the poem I needed to π
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