Authorz: Sandra Dodd

I need to lay in your arms in our big lovely bed 1000 thread count of supple crimson comfort resting, playing, watching, talking, staying in…

she is poison tempting all to take just a drop from her vile of soul eating indecent proposals With this strategy she has accomplished again…

still missing heaven sitting upon its clouds as long as I liked to dwell there it was very proud now locked out feeling quite in…

It felt unnatural showered with sweet words bathed in compliments drenched in verbal affection tears flowed and I hid Total bullshit!!! I do not care…

I give you credit for reading the congresses implimenting them Though maybe selfish in motivation you got the job done O’s in mobs screaming their…

Never have I drawn or painted though I regard my body as my instrument With it and voice expressionism I create Artist, can you teach…

oblivious of my feminine presence as day rolls by nightfall vacancy sign flashes red neon upon my womanliness my hand suddenly tracing my form caressing…

What does it mean to be a woman? To be feminine and velvety as you move about yet take no guff while not concealing your…

Kernels of thought take root somewhere in my dreams At the instant I awake, audaciously I take to my pen before my mind persuades my…

So one day quite spontaneously I wrote some dirty and sad poems Not something I usually would do Posted them on the interweb to get…

An ear isn’t it a sexy thing? With its turns twist folds and swirls, lushes lobes of smooth skin. The way it sits flirtily on…

Gents rushing to open doors Lipstick on my coffee cup View diamond shod ear in the rear view mirror Amiga saying “Don’t ya know it…

Gents rushing to open doors Lipstick on my coffee cup View diamond shod ear in the rear view mirror Amiga saying “Don’t ya know it…

Life without my husband is not a life I really want to have I sit with the married folk but am single don’t ya know…

click of heals curve of skirt toss of hair sway of girth flick of wrist cross of leg thigh barely obscured swell of humps ring…

Many a years over and over I read The Lady of Shallot. In love with the flowing prose in my younger years never it occurred…

I’m not a poet I just mess with words I like to get them to be punny or outrageously absurd Often they are simple, plain…

Spelling Counts Scared and sacred small separation between Spelling and meaning Sleep friend that all night stays out never comes when you weep for shows…

Anticipation with a stare I feel the pull of your will balmy dew of your breath Warm radiating skin Noses barely touching lips closing in…

Crying alone is the protocol for comportment keeps the standard standard. Some things are better if you feel them alone, so everyone can go on…