http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jem The original writings of author jenbem en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995355 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  My love is not extraordinary.It won’t move mountains,span the lonely depths of oceans, or endure lifetimes in the barren arctic tundra.I cannot give you the colorful baubles of kingdoms pastor valleys of riches to lay at your feet, and,though I love you,it won’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/405173/ It's been a (long) while sing I've written anything, and years since I've written a song, but this just kind of came out...it's unedited...I don't know...weird! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/355874/  A person could choke on theExistential bullshitThat spills from your mouthAnd eyes, and hands, and a*s. I’m not interestedin those lines anymore,about saving the worldand our own secret perfectionwithin ourselves. You can’t see my reality.bills, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/250348/ It's a prose poem. I think. I'm not sure. My first piece of 'erotica' although I don't know that I would really call it that.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/243766/  Hold me tightly.Seal me into you,into the palm of your hand. So firm, even when my bodyis aching and yearning towrap myself aroundmyself, todiscover me, to emerge anew, I am crushedby the weight ofyour grasp. Remember,you said you neverli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/241623/ Flash fiction piece. Really, I'm procrastinating my a*s off right now! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/232606/  I slip on seduction like red silk and lace.Fiery against my sun soaked skin but cooland soft to the touch. It fits me so well, declaring my arousalon the outlines of my firm breasts,aching to be pressed against thehard palm of a lover. It dances on the tops of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/231470/ Syntax slips through heated synapses.Words;      Fighting           Forming      Fallingbehind my teeth-on the tip of my tongue. "shhhhhhhh,"  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/229655/  A week ago, Shelly would have never been caught dead in a dress. Before the accident, she always said dresses were for sissies and then promptly jumped in a mud puddle. Carefully I watched as her mother straightened her hair and collar. Determined to make sure for once her daughter would loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/205584/ Pop-pops never die They live in sweet cigar smoke And blue-grass music   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/205579/  Outside my apartment windowthere is a slender saplinggrowing wild against thebackdrop of a perfectlymanicured golf course. It is a sassafras,I can tell by the leavesmy grandfather called ita trinity tree,because of the threedifferent leaves. They all fit t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/205569/  I have almost never eaten an entire box of Oreos myself. Almost.   There was that one time though, in college, when I walked in on the current “love of my life” f*****g that skinny blonde freshman down the hall, the one who wanted to be an elementary school teach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/183501/ If you must go,leave me your shadow.Fling it across mynaked skinin an attempt to keepmy lonelinessfrom showing.I will wrap myself aroundmy only image left of youand try to warm mychattering heart.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/177617/  I’m alone. While you’re speedingdown the interstate.How far could you go, can you go,before turning around andletting me whisper again onto your bare,sweat glistened skin. Dread slides down my cheeks,wet and hot and black,mirroring the tread on your tires... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/171966/  I’ve pressed myself up tothe drywall between us.My cheeks and palms and breasts,hoping my desires will seepthrough and send a sign, “APARTMENT J IS IN LOVE” or something like that. It can’t be that thick,the drywall,because I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/169236/  Face of God.I have seen youcovered in snow, deep crevices web your features,leaving them weather-wornwith worry and the rain of falling tears for those who can look upon you,Face of God,And see only stone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/167250/  I am not rated ‘G’Or ‘E’.Every manWoman andChildCannot enjoyMe- There’s too muchRide inMy thighsAnd passionIn myEyes. Not to mentionThe b***h that comesFrom my lips,And theSexySoftSensualSlingOf my hips.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/164718/  I wishthat you and I could stand atop these mountainsand catch the dry-leaves breeze in bottles.So when I leave, and am homesick for you,I can pop them openone by one anddrink in their              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/156362/  Fireflies are the little lighted gemsof steamy summer nightscalling for midnight rendezvous’on the dark edges of the woods.We came, armed with glass jars andyoung hearts, watching themtwinkle and tease like theeyes of young lovers,“catch me if you can” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/156342/  She lies.And she lies next to him.He forgives her.For she gives into his desires.She cooks for himShe cleans for himShe changes for himShe cries to herself, “What more can I do?”and grievously grates herheart against the glinting stone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/152119/ I've seen you ride before. Jealousy coursed into me as I watched you become one with the beast (you were more a part of her than you'd ever been with me..) I stood behind the fence, a safe distance from you and the 16 hand paint rippling muscularly beneath you. (w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/150794/ The new rapist is a woman. Her penetrating eyes glimmer and laugh as she takes notes on my nightmares. In each dream I struggle again against rough hands, sinewy muscles, and his thin, demon smile. She has no feeling for my black and blue past and no injury of her own, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jem/150790/