In a hypothesis of how I found myself staring into a mirror
Of a dirty withered soldier mustered and worn
After war…and seeing through the fog..finally.
Who is this WoMan?
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Withered Warrior….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags awake, emotional talk, found, poem, Poetry, self love, war, writer on December 29, 2016 by JenJuiceRisks.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags poem, poems, Poetry on December 27, 2016 by JenJuicePutting my hand under the warm faucet
In place of you…
I’m lost and helpless…..
But I’m not.
And where I am.
Is so fucking scary.
The stakes just keep getting higher.
Hotel Wallz…..
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dreaming, hotel rooms, moans, needs, poem, Poetry, sensation, sexual, travel, waking life on September 24, 2016 by JenJuiceThrobbing of the hotel room next to me seeping through the walls – her moans increasing like the sounds of a thousand deaths and rebirths….sliding down the foundation. Powerless of her screams…and, surrendering to his needs….
Just a whisper away – and I feel a bit intrusive, though, I’m listening….infringed with the thickness of her orgasmic purrs and my visuals…I’ve pulsated my own thoughts and my own story…..
Thus, the dream versus the reality…we all are dreaming beings…after all.
