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She was beautiful and sexy,

A woman every man wanted to see.

A stranger whose appearance

Brought out the very beast in me.

“I want her,’ my heart pleaded,

“She’s everything I’ve dreamed.”

“Calm down,” my brain insisted,

“Maybe she’s not all she seemed.”

Her womanly curves distracted

Every man that night she met.

I switched into my hunting mode,

My one objective was set.

My hungry eyes sought to devour her.

Such a tempting morsel was she,

Yet the competing anxious men

Kept her away and safe from me.

“Never give up,” my heart insisted.

“You’re not doing all you can.”

I knew I wouldn’t tuck my tail.

I was not that kind of man.

Increasingly aware of how time flew,

Growling angrily I continued to prowl,

Thinking, “What more can I do?

I’ve done everything but howl.”

At intermission I took her a drink,

An opportunity I’d waited for all night.

She smiled and asked sweetly,

“Where would you like to bite?”

We danced like two experienced partners.

I did everything I could with flair.

She laughed happily the rest of the night,

And later invited me to her lair.

Our little beasties are beside me.

I watch them in my den.

My woman knows how to please me,

When I smile my wolfish grin.

by Dan Roberson

If Your Heart

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If Your Heart Was a Door


If your mind was a book, I’d read it,


Turning page after page, absorbing every word,


Hoping the most exciting chapters included me,


If your eyes were deep pools, I’d dive in them,


Splashing around like an otter, enjoying every moment,


Swimming in circles of love to be noticed by you,


If your lips were berries, I’d taste them,


Remembering the warmth of our summer passion,


Savoring the richness of your tender kisses,


If your breasts were two trees, I’d fly to them,


Settling in the branches, finding comfort and peace,


Forgetting for awhile all the troubles of the world,


If your heart was a door, I’d open it with sincere words,


Sharing my world, my life, my heart, and my love,


Wanting my time with you to last forever.




Something to Write About

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I never had
to suppose,

Why some of
the shades she never closed,

The shades
facing me,

Were left
open so I could see,

It was a

Turning on
the tap,

Pouring in
her bath soaps,

Knowing it
would raise my hopes,

Let the pink
bubbles rise,

While I’d
pretend to be surprised,

Always the
same routine,

But a feast
for my eyes,

She called
it her private heaven,

Every day
about seven,

She’d soak

All the
troubles of her day,

rose petals that were real,

Saying the
petals made her feel,

Like a
thirsty flower soaking in the rain,

Then she
would undress, leaving me in pain,

As she
slipped into the curative water,

To soak with
her eyes closed,

she would peek,

To see if I was
watching, I supposed,

Wrinkled when
she emerged,

She would lift her breasts as an offering,

And look at
me always smiling,

As she
stepped out to dry,

Her eyes
would question why,

With a nod
and a wink,

She always
made me think,

Seeing her
in all her glory,

Indicated her

To be part
of my story,

“Now you
have something,

To write
about,” she would say,

“Make your
story good enough,

To make my

When my
broken bones,

Were on the

I went to see
my friend,

But she had
simply flown away,

That’s what
I say,

And there’s
no doubt,

She gave me
something to write about.

The Galaxies Within Your Eyes

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Your eyes
are closed but I imagine the galaxies caught,

Your eyelids
covering them tight,

Oh, how I
cherish the way you made me feel,

As we loved
all through the night,

I saw stars,
perhaps those very ones in your eyes,

I’ve never
felt more alive than this,

As we shared
kiss after fevered kiss,

I stood on
the edge of eternity,

Hoping the
night would never end,

Time was
suspended as I held you in my arms,

Against me
you arched again and again,

Then your
breasts pressed into my chest,

How could I find
time to rest,

You were on
fire but I risked the flame,

Because, I
too, felt the same,

In the
afterglow as we lay across each other,

Content that
we were together,

We knew that
we were meant to be,

That we had
found our destiny,

Our lives
will forever intertwine,

My heart
will be yours, and yours mine,

Never again
will I look at the skies,

Without remembering
the galaxies within your eyes,

Sleep well
and deep and let your heart yearn,

For you will
be mine again when I return.


The Coin (part one)

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Which way
do we go,

to stay out
of the flow,

As lives
are swept downstream,

We can do
more wrong,

If we just
go along,

Pretending life is but a dream.

Vanna knew he kept valuable rare coins.  While she cleaned his house she would pass by
his study. Through the slightly opened door she could see him carefully
studying each coin and comparing it with the newest estimates of values based
on comparable auction prices. He also had stacks of bills of unknown
denominations but he rarely looked at the paper currency.  Vanna was sure the coins were his most
valuable treasures just by the way he put on gloves before he handled
them.  They were always treated with
tender loving care. When he tired, he would replace each coin in a velvet

He knew she watched him sometimes but he
rarely said anything to her.  When he did
speak, it was about something trivial, although his eyes held many questions. He
was curious about her for several reasons.  But in general his interest was definitely not
about her intelligence or her background.
He was discreetly studying her breasts and legs. He tried to be subtle
but she always knew when he was watching.
Yet in her heart she could feel changes and she knew his power over her
was growing.

As a precaution she began dressing
conservatively but still she felt his eyes tracing her form, caressing her,
filling her with an urgency she didn’t quite understand.  When she first started working there she had
been prim and proper, a model of decorum.
Now her dreams led her always to his arms, uncontrolled passion, and then
tears.  She had no answer for the meaning
of the tears but the passion was always there, always stronger in her dreams,
and always ready to boil over when she felt his eyes upon her.

Vanna had discovered where the safe was
hidden long ago. Usually it was locked and she didn’t pay any attention to
it.  Lately, though, her desire for money
was becoming prominent in her dreams and now when she went into the study she
automatically looked to see if the safe was open.  Vanna wanted to appear unconcerned but twice
she had noticed the safe open and each time she said, “Sir, you didn’t lock the

He smiled slyly and quietly went to the safe
and locked it.  “He trusts me,” she
thought, but then she felt the doubts begin.
“If he trusts me,” she wondered, “then why does he watch while I’m
working?” It was a question she could never answer, and now as she listened to him
in his study, she could hear him muttering softly, “It’s a terrible thing you’re
asking me to do.  I’m not sure if I want
to do this.”

Vanna’s thoughts were being drawn directly
to those rare coins.  She couldn’t help
it. She dreamed of things that were financially out of her reach.  Thinking of her budget she gave a long sigh. She
thought of those coins again. They intrigued her.  How many would she have to have in order for
her future to be set?

She didn’t have to be rich, just
comfortable.  The coins were old and if
she wanted to have them she’d have to be bold.
She asked around on the other side of town, how she could sell such
coins.  Few dealers were interested.  One dealer told her privately, “They’re risky
because they’re too easy to trace, unless they go out of the country and
disappear for a few years.  Only private
collectors would be interested.”

There was another way.  He was interested in her and she could use
that knowledge to get to his heart.  She
didn’t really know him but she did find him fascinating enough to be physically
attracted.  “If I flirt with him,” she
reasoned, “He won’t be able to resist. Then I’ll own even more than those

A brilliant plan.  A devious plan.  Vanna couldn’t decide at first whether the
plan was brilliant or devious. The idea of seducing him was new and exciting.  Her heart was pounding.  She decided the plan was brilliant rather
than devious. Brilliant sounded better to her and would take away some of the
sting her conscience was feeling.

She was intrigued also and over the next two
weeks tried to test his interest.  She
wore shorter skirts, displayed her cleavage, changed hair styles often, and
made herself available in case he wanted to talk.

(To be continued)

Discovering the Magic of Love

Cover of "Away from Her"

Cover of Away from Her

Her hair I would gently brush,

Away from
her beautiful face,

I would claim with kisses,

Each and
every place,

succulent lips have drawn me,

To sip and
taste at will,

But I would
not, could not stop,

Until I had
my fill,

I would kiss
her neck,

And taste
her golden breasts,

I would have
her softness,

against my chest,

I would have
her warmth,

Prepare for
me a nest,

Waiting for
her heat to rise,

molten lava just for me,

Pulling me
in, surrounded by love,

And reaching true ecstasy,

And in the
afterglow of passion,

kissing, touching,

the magic of love.

“Sweaty and Dirty”

Cover of "Overqualified"

Cover of Overqualified

Forgiveness is a Positive Virtue

She was trembling as she stood facing me,

Was there something she wanted to see?

Her hands were pressed against her chest,

Then I noticed she was cupping her breasts,

It was difficult for her to hide her fright,

Her small voice quavered ever so slight,

When she asked, “Are my breasts too small?”

She was exposing thoughts, fears, her very all,

She had pulchritude, talent, and intelligence,

Everything I thought was of the essence,

Her eyes searched mine hoping to find,

That I had forgiven her and made up my mind,

If I loved her, she needed desperately to know,

The question she posed was far different though,

I thought back three months to when we met,

The circumstances were very hard to forget,

I had been downsized with an economy shift,

Turned loose in the jobless current to drift,

Overqualified,” they would say to me,

“That’s just the way it’s got to be,”

That was the response I got from several firms,

Saying I had a doctorate opened a can of worms,

I needed work to keep paying my bills,

I finally found work by deemphasizing my skills,

A hospital laundry kept me from going deeper in debt,

And I tried to remain cheerful with no regrets,

Yes, I remember the day we first met,

My shirt was dirty and I was soaked with sweat,

I expected to be alone while I ate lunch,

Usually treated like a pariah by the hospital bunch,

Smokers gravitated to me because I was dirty anyway,

But I sprayed a can of freshener as two smokers puffed away,

“What are you doing?” one howled in dismay,

“You’ve ruined our air and now you’re going to pay!”

I moved to another table to avoid further trouble,

That’s when two nurses arrived bringing trouble double,

The cutest nurse spoke up quickly, she didn’t hesitate,

“That was brave what you did. I think that was just great!”

The other nurse nudged her forward, “Hurry up, we’re late,”

The cute one said, “Would you go to a party?  I need a date.”

“I’m just a laundry worker,” I quietly said,

“Why don’t you ask one of the doctors instead?”

Tears dripped from those bewitching eyes,

At first I didn’t believe she could tell me lies,

“Yes, I’ll be honored to go with you,”

Why she had asked me I had no clue,

But a hospital nurse of stature and style,

Had stayed and talked with me awhile,

There had to be a reason behind her smile,

Was there something about me that she reviled?

Or maybe it was just a set up for a cruel prank,

I couldn’t think of anything positive, I was drawing a blank,

In spite of my misgivings, I knew it was only a date,

If I continued to be positive I would determine my own fate,

I told myself I was just curious, I knew I didn’t really rate,

But I had forgotten about my albatross, my gullible trait,

(to be continued)