http://www.deborahspake.net The life and times of Deborah Spake Sun, 23 Aug 2009 21:25:39 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en And he who gave me the shoe that fits and by midnight took it back and returned it…  he will remain my prince long after the foot  impresses the sand and tides have shattered the hour.  Long after the cinders and ash have covered the hearth..  And will linger like ... http://www.deborahspake.net/2009/08/23/cinderella/ You make me feel beautiful and sexy – even when my face is puffy and my hair is messy. You make me feel loved and pretty whether we see each other often or un–intentionally. You make me feel smart and like I should be dancing.. Whether the music is on or off, We’re ... http://www.deborahspake.net/2009/08/23/post-it/ The photos in my head flip fast – love of the present, love of the past. Hot showers, touch on my back, Your hand on my throat, the way your mouth stays open, Moist in your stare - I am soaking. Lips that stop breath, soft suction to nipple like flesh. My branches part to  ... http://www.deborahspake.net/2009/08/23/open/ I didn’t ask for much .. and got side swiped in return. And yet the gravity of us keeps me strong. What do you do when you meet the end of your sentence – In the essence of another person’s presence? And he’d have you in pieces while your heart is big enough to ... http://www.deborahspake.net/2009/08/23/flint-to-the-rhythm/ Can I peel my hungar off the corner of your mouth? Can I stir between my thighs, soften and light up in your eyes While we sit – strings over a bridge to loosen the tensions between us? I’d like to slip into your brain for a while, unzip your synapses with ... http://www.deborahspake.net/2009/08/23/slipping-bridge-over-strings/