A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

It's Not love yet, but I wanna make love to you ,
too early to decide,
What this connection implies.

Wanna just feel your body,
That mischievous smile makes my senses shoddy
Wanna just touch your smooth skin,
Your silky hair and that grin,
The kiss of your lips,
a beat my heart skips.

About last night,
Guess, I wasn't thinking right,
Even i don't wanna stress out
Let the time pass and see how it turns out.