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I'm in love with excitement,
turned on by action,
enamoured with the arts.

Quick moves intoxicate me,
I'm all over teamwork
& my heart is ruled
by high adventure.

I was hoping it was you,
the one who would
make me sizzle,
set me on fire,
help me live
a bit in the edge.

And, could it be?

O Darling,
you can't be serious,
leaving me delirious,
all alone
with mutant turtles!
Write me something epic,
pour your soul
into inked stanzas,
help me to feel your heartbeat,
make me understand
what makes you tick,
see the starlight
in your veins.

I'm not insane
so use any words you like,
I can read.
Staring in darkness
Crickets play the sweetest tunes
June needs to come soon
Constantly it seems,
I squeeze luscious fruit,
kiss hardened-tips
& find myself
in compromising positions
with your penetrating pretty-eyes.

I'm sure I must
be sweet-dreaming,
'cause I wake up
empty in the morning,
mind & my body,
spent & smiling.
Serpentine lovers
Relishing each other's joy
Dual sweet *******
The governments of the world have united,
acting upfront but they’ve really gone underground,
implementing a behind-the-scenes scheme
to defraud the global-people
of their money & sovereignty.

While we battle semantics, terrorist & drugs,
it’s business as usual for the real thugs,
who keep filling our pockets with gizmos
like I-Pods & I-Pads & tablets,
modern technologies
making our life’s simpler,
draining us of our hearts & souls,
forcing us to write about what’s missing
in this universe of abundance,
stolen by the greed-mongers.

I love you kindred spirits,
because you understand
these reasons for such emptiness,
this destruction of sacred spirit.

While others talk about it & do nothing,
you bleed your hearts & write about it,
trying to save a smidgeon of humanity
gone sterile.

You are more true
than any government on Earth,
you are a secret society of scribblers,
telling the truth.
There's frost on the corn
tonight.

I think I'll levitate
above the back forty,
check out the other crop,
the one hidden
from aerial-view.

When they pass the legislation,
we'll make millions,
the scarecrow & me,
my silent partner
in herbal-crime.
You say you like it rough,
you're a tough city girl,
grew up on the mean streets.

But what if I smacked your ***,
left hand marks on your lily white skin.
And what if I thrashed you from
every angle for sixteen hours.
And what if I twisted you in knots,
And what if I tied you up
and took you by force.

Now, I'm not sayin'
I'd do those things,
I'm just sayin'
what if
tough girl.
The rest of the world
sleeps, while sheep laugh in your face
as the hours tick by
Jesus, ***, *******,
it's 0430 & we gotta wake up???
Hell, it's raining ice
& the winds are blowing,
screaming like banshees
at 40 knots!
Can't we do
1000 push-ups,
100 sit-ups,
350 windmills,
600 leg-lifts,
250 trunk-twisters,
400 mountain-climbers,
750 jumping jacks,
and run 8 miles
in our shorts & T's
in the morning sun
tomorrow???

At least it will
be thawing snow,
not freezing rain!!!
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