I'm getting the feeling that the formula for burning hot is actually very simple....pose a question!

I've been given several Nick's throughout my life. As an infant I was Gordo, in grammar school my buck teeth made me a ******.  In high school I became the infamous Johnny Chingas...a moniker I use in a certain way.  In college I was christened 20 perhaps I'll tell you why some day.  But of all the nicknames  I've been given there's only one I have heard no one speak...Crimson.  I will not die I will not rest until you say it out loud in front of me with all that heart and soul you hide locked up in that chest.

Maybe its me but Edmund Black and Ilion Grey sure look like twins....and those names...hmmm a Grey lion and a black world....sure y'all aint related....Brooklyn and Jersey?

How does it feel when someone calls you a liar when you yourself knows it's untrue?..makes you sad, sometimes mad, but mostly really blue.

Why are all poems that consider love filled with boys and girls....I am your man and you my woman...and as such we both know what we want.

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

Not for blue fîn nor big eye but for the tastiest 5'11" ocean eyes I've ever seen.  Hopefully she's still around and nibbles at the bait.