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Women & Menexpand_moreTony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
Love is trickling into Lady’s heart where usually there is only fear.
I had the tongue of an adder and my heart was black with rage and hate.
We have harvested nothing more than the stench of middle age.
One door teaches to read for meaning and pleasure. Another shuts.
I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
His fingers traveling through these notes can assuage, I think, all pain.
I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.
It’s another thing to have the beloved hesitate, silent, on the porch.
Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.
“Please, please, please,” she begged the class. “Please don’t do it.”
The problem with my mother is that she thinks everyone a fool.
Howard found himself dancing the merengue with a buxom Puerto Rican.
Her name sprang to my lips in strange prayers and praises.
do you asks pretty sue know what I love what pretty please tell us
Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.
Later, in a sudden about-face, she gives herself to him entirely.
I didn’t trust her. Relationships like ours aren’t built on trust.
To resist him, I danced how he wanted, but made a mockery of it.
Your soul feels old and familiar like a book that opens to my favorite pages.
He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.
Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.
I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.
I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.
Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.
