http://slow.writerscafe.org/subiota2010 The original writings of author Iota en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036104 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ihave to wonder did I learn this truth orwasit innately given to me before birthpastdown from generations of ancestral menwhosuffered from the very same affliction Iam guilty, guilty as all sinful sin! likeMedusa’s curse one look and my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/579485/ don’tbe the girl who lives next doornotinterested in cooked dinners or house cleaningIam fully self sufficient and capable ofcaring for my own selfwhatI need is a womanandnot a girlonewho is free of judgmentconfidentand dominantInee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/576421/ Eve moaned softly arching her spine northward http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/571524/ without words your tongue replies telling the tale of revenge through lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/571253/ raised by both parents and an older brother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/571195/ yourdifferent and special in every way imaginable you love mefrom my hair follicles to my toe nailsyou got me feelingthings that aren’t even possiblenew worldsthrough new doors you open like magicyou enticeme when you look into my humble soulyour wordsgi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/570693/ I had a dream that I fellasleepdeep within the Garden ofEdenmy eyes closed to a blue planetwhere apparently 33.2 millionpeoplelived there every day lifewith HIV while the government arguedoverwhich multi-billion dollarcompany was worth them ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/569741/ If the sun refusesto shineI don’tmind, I don’t mindif themountains fell in the sealet it be, Ietit be, it aint me you have tobe the first womanto ever, makesweet love to meit wasn’t wild,hardcore or nastyto anyobserver it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/569318/ Anthonylooked at her, and in the dim florescent lighting he was barely able to see herdark pupils dilate.  She was very fair,alabaster was how she referred to herself over drinks when they met earlierthat night.  “ I changedsince I worked there.”&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/569205/ I love theway you moveyour body transcendstimelike endlessflowing wateryou arenatures joyous music I stare atyou alwaysan abyss ofbeautycaptivating withskin as pure as snowivory woman, mansequal you silence my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/568218/ no onenotices me in the cornermy silenceis misinterpretedby peoplewho talk over othersthey hearbut they are deathmy words arelike backgroundambiances intheir fantasythey allpass judgment on methinkingthey know who I amplacinglabels all over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/568203/ I woke up intotal darknessheart poundedagainst chesthandsclinched sheets tighteyes wideopen looked for light purealabaster, white as milk fleshshaded redlips drooledshe crawledintently to mepounced hardon my bedon all fours, head tilte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/567485/ your words transcendsdistance andtimethey seepinto pours attach to mythoughtsrewrite myfantasiesbeyond humanabilityI click thehome buttoncontinuouslyhoping to see yourwords in my mailboxI release mymindto exploreyourunni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/565643/ “If you wantto watch me with another man, DaddyI will dothat for you, even if I don’t enjoy it” what kind ofbull s**t is that to say toyour boyfriend? I don’tremember ever saying:hell noteven thinking…about .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/565335/ I havealways been told that loveis everlasting, and all powerfulas if, loveis God himself manifestedin spirit topossess us inside, out sure atfirst it feels that loveis a spiritover powering usand we feelalmost immortalbecausesomeone loves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/564820/ It feelssoft and warm like fluffy towelsright out ofthe tumbling dryer.interesting,watching curious eyesponder thepower of your finger tips. quick blurryvision of embellishmentwhite huespassing into red toneslike acidfueled by alcohol drunkennes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/563960/ Yes a friend inspired this one :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/563900/ I wake up verynumb from my face to my chestfeelingfaint when I realize I am holding my breathhands clinchmy ivory sheets as if they had a pulse reality pushing through intentional denial offate curlingaround your pillow feverishly for your scentyour aroma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/561348/ Inspired to relive an important moment from my past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/560952/ A repost of subiota, aka iota also known as flow~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/560882/ lord havemercy;  lord have mercy on meI lost mysoul into sheer blacknessdevoid ofspirit, I am possessed by sexinessif it wasn’tsinful, it would be pure Godliness I am held asa hostile hostage, by her never endinglines thatdefine her outward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/560442/ When the sun and moon don't exactly line up when it comes to love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/560415/ Sometimes it is so good, that we lose our minds. We just can't think straight, we are addicted to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/495721/ I was so bored that I wrote this for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/495373/ It has beensix short months, is what I want to say.But I haveno more time for lies or playing games.I know whenwe met, we both were broken souls,comingtogether enabled both of us to heal some. I wasrecovering from my own life destruction.My mind waswe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/494656/ How many of us actually deserve the love we seek? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/494315/ She appearedto be innocent with a heart aspure as freshly driven snow.The originalheart breaker of mankind.Venus is hername, man calls her Eve. A celestialbody walking the face of the earth.Her skin wasvivid hues of reds, pinks and blues.Bold beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/493056/ Angels lower their heads singing“Don’t doit, Don’t do It, Don’t do it!” The onlystimulation I need is you.You are theembodiment of pleasure.Everymovement screams sensuality.You move mefrom earth to heaven. Take.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/492549/ a challenge write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/492365/ This is an older poem before I had a real girl friend. It is still a love poem thou just not a happy one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/492170/ Written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/492083/ "I am my worst enemy when it comes to love" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491885/ Sometimes trying to control passionate words, we lose control and they flow. Let it flow, let it flow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491658/ You never know how bad things were, until you have found something worth living for http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491430/ Just because it's tradition, always done in one way, doesn't mean it is the only way to live life. Live free and express yourself without fear of being different than others who are stuck in the norm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491395/ A Love Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491346/ I am a lover of the blues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/subiota2010/491165/