at 1:01?
I'm lusting at the purple hour
as sleep filled eyes pop awake
and body snuffs and growls
alone
the tick talk hours count down
their hands feeling
deprived. No sex
ever sex
but at the hands of lovers
loveless
smooth skin aching and juggernauts
naughty not
though they wish to bee
pointed little barbs don't sting me
much
come awake
1:01
Come Awake 101
a class I'd like to take
stretched out sexy cat
purring for a taste of that
which curdles on the tongue
and squeals delight
sleep filled nights
undisturbed
snores rattling headboards
no knocking heads
wet kisses
slurping, sucking, senses singing
no fucking lights out
and back on again
sleep eased into
no fast hard plunge
just a fall hard for
winkin', blinkin' and nod
Get fucked!
you remind me how lonely
a night can be
but luckily I am
asleep.
Author notes
I like to sleep. I like to fuck. Unfortunately I don't get enough of both! Har Har. But I can live to write about it...at 1:01 in the a fucking m! 
A contest entry
- 1:01 a.m. by Cinnarry.
8750 points, ended October 10, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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somewhere between sleep and wake, the revery of night, a poem comes like sweet inspiration, giving me a little taste of those squeals of delight. -purplefish
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This is fantastic... seems I even gaped a little. You have a beautiful way with words.
Best of luck in the contest (though I highly doubt you'll need it)
^_^
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Reasons to be cheerful
Aw there's a few ways to stun someone stoopid...bit o' lead pipe...some slick wordage. I guess we're measured by 'preferred method'.
Always thought of you as 'well adjusted'...which is to say 'my kind of person'...which is to say impish...which can cause discomfort...which I like [no...love].
Me punk...which I think is a good thing...I don't like being summarily dismissed...I'm dangerous...that would be silly. I might say something that challenges [that embarasses as a consequence]. But is it true? Who knows? [truth is a wild animal...moves around, hides, runs away, bares it's teeth when cornered].
I admire honesty above all things. I think it's the only thing that's worth anything. And I think you're honest. But it can be lonely. Most admire a whistleblower. Few like working alongside one.
And so...to the quietest moments...shame we're 2000 odd miles away. I'd be up for bumping bodies [don't let the suit of armour intimidate, I'm the regulation soft pink marshmallow underneath]
ps...and I dont snore.
Good to see you writing. You've always been real sociable but you haven't always written and you should [even if I'm saying that for purely selfish reasons]. love and appropriate [and some not so] hugs
x sarah.
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Blows me away my talented friend. You are amazing!
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Great poem - great attitude too! Love it.
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JHC! I'm stunned. god i love this. seriously.
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Thanks. I love it when I can stun someone stupid! Not that that ever happens much, but still a girl can dream, can always dream...you know, and get a little action that way.
Thanks, Cinn Cinn, thanks for a fantabulous contest to dip my beaky beak in!
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