http://slow.writerscafe.org/amelyjones The original writings of author Amely en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229082 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your xMy y? The answer is obvious:Infinitely,LinearHe(wants)Me/I(want)You(want)HerUnequivocally.Plus,DistanceUnequalI cannot carry You From Her Higher power.I cannot remaina constantmultiple.Dropping meis the bestsolution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/348741/ SelfishI lie on listless sheetsyour whisperbeatsdab and patter like soft rain.My skin is a cushion-a spongesoaking in your soft percussion                       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/343656/ In my face     with your whiskey intensity,          and your "I'm gonna get me some" smirk,                   and that "I know she wants it" confidence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/340639/ I meant it when I said...I'm softand shortand sweet(a natural disaster)Tonight...I'm thinking in whispersand wonderingif your ears burn.Because...I'm quietly smolderingand dizzyfrom too much air(between us) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/339783/ Want to cook with me?                                 Can I crack the eggs?Sure. Why not?         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/338892/ I'm not a vegetarianbut I can livewithout meatbecause there's so manynuts out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/338889/ If you could read minds...why wouldn't you want to change the world? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/338620/ Shhhhh,dead airends here.Come over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/337453/ Alternately titled: Stationary Biking (across the Atlantic) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/337450/ I overindulge in contemplationand drink the last dropof optimism.I serve a cynical sidewith a dash of sarcasmand a drizzle of whit.I eat analogy for breakfast.I nibble on a handful of words all day. Thoughts are a bad midnight snackThey keep me up at nightRegurgitating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/320493/ sitting theresipping drymaybe beerwould be nicedon't you seetonite i'm easyoverripeand peachyburstingif you touch mebut there you areover thereliving lifein a chairso i'll wishto hear you snoreand blow a kiss from the door http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/314423/ You gave your whole heartAnd I let the best partRun down my thighForm into a lineTo balance our love onWe labeled it funIt was fun while it lastedToo bad we were wastedOn bourbon and waterCould've lasted longer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/314422/ come herecatch mein a butterfly netset me freein his mindfor a momentso i can seenaked thoughtsbefore they hidebehind his wordsand get shyor lostso lift me upthrough his eyes'cause I'm so tiredof climbing wallsand I'm achingfrom hanging onand I don't want to fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amelyjones/314420/