You're the type a guy,
I can see saying,

"Girl, you're gonna get it,
when I get home."

I'd smile,
look forward,
to your **** self,
the way you smell,
& get ready,
look pretty,
cook dinner,
pick a wine,
set the mood
retire for the evening
sit beneath a lovers moon,
& for dessert,
some
yummy memories
emmmm,
soooo nice,

And...
get here quick,
'cuz I'm here
waiting,
tappin' my foot,
patiently.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

always found women a bit scary
must be rooted in the,
'coming from different planets scenario'

Lit up by the Full Moon
our Island surreal landscape
Sailing sea and sky
invites the mind
to listen to the heart
and fall head over heels
in surrealist love.

Somewhere along the way
I picked up a heavy load
of dead wood, a couple of degrees
east of East Tennessee,
a few bottles uncorked,
problem women, and another
woman, a child, and a mortgage,
all while I wandered down the left fork
of the wrong road like the red silt
in a river that has forgotten
its source, but enjoying the scenery,
the journey, and, of course,
the paths I tended to leave
through the high weeds where I lost
myself and my footprints so loud
I could hear them before I left them
on the ground behind me
like hollow dreams trampled down
beneath the feet that I follow.