Dance with Me

God knows what a sinner I am, He knows I am a fool,
I can take bones that break, but my tears can fill a pool,
why does he give me a heart, that breaks so easily and hard,
please don't walk away my love, I need you on my dance card

please take me into your arms, hold me, hold me tight,
dance with me my lovely one, dance with me all night,
spin me round and round, like you do with my mind,
no never leave my heart alone, I'm not that hard to find

In no way am I perfect, I have so many flaws,
dance with me, hold me tight, brace me from the falls,
needing so bad your perfect mind, you give me inspiration,
since we met I haven't been the same, that's my explanation

Gomer LePoet...

The Request

I need you in here, and I need you right now,
yes sir boss, what is it that you need,
I need an application, I want you to show me how,
give me the information, and I'll take the lead

I need this application, to do anything I want,
anything at all, is that what you really mean,
that's what I said, and in every kind of font,
this is going to be tough, is this for the Queen

I don't want to hear, that this can't be done,
I'm just not sure, where exactly do I start,
you're supposed to be the wiz, they say you are the one,
I am very good, but your information is short

I want every whistle, every bell, I want the best,
I'm still not sure, just what you want, can you tell me more,
just run along, and start it now, quit being such a pest,
I just need the information, I'm not trying to be a bore

why can't you just do it, why do you make this fuss,
I cannot reach the stars, if I don't know my destination,
I want it by tomorrow, now I've go to catch a bus,
but, please,  listen I need clarification ….

Gomer LePoet...

Without You

I yearn for times gone by so much,
I yearn for your sweet loving touch,
I yearn to have my faith returned to me

I miss those little things  we did,
you laughed and played like a little kid,
when  will my lost smile return you see

my heart is empty, without you in my life,
my days  are so lonely, my nights  are oh so cold,
I pray somehow, someway, my dreams will return,
until then, I'll try to make it thru, without you

I dream of skies  so soft and blue,
but mostly I dream of you,
just trying to find my way thru it all

I rush back home from where I've been,
running  and thinking of you again,
hoping that I have not missed your call  

my heart is empty, without you in my life,
my days  are so lonely, my nights  are oh so cold,
I pray somehow, someway, my dreams will return,
until then, I'll try to make it thru, without you

Gomer LePoet...

Ionized

my atoms are being supercharged,
can't tell if that's a positive thing
when my electrons receive a gain,
I have this tendency to dance and sing

particles here and particles there,
paired or not doesn't matter
even or odd is still the same,
hard to stabilize with all the clatter

cosmic dust results from collisions,  
now the protons are taking charge
its the same thing for the molecules,
the small as well as the large

the charging particle is the ion,
can't deny there is an attraction
like the soul of a searching lover,
reaching for it's matching faction

the lips caress the positive,
while the eyes seek out connection
life from the past, life from the future,
once again brought into the collection

sparkling kisses in the comets tail,
the fiery head's mission realized  
supernova explosions are all around,
good God almighty, I've been ionized

Gomer LePoet...

The 12th of Never

you ask how long I will stay with you
you feel that I might drift away,
will I always be here and true
I will promise you each and every day

as long as there is a moon above
and stars continue to fill the skies,
I promise this to you my love
the stars will fill my lonely eyes

although the constellations slip unseen
every night they do return,
you'll find them somewhere in between
the light and dark you learn

you ask how long I will stay with you
I need an answer both true and clever,
this I swear and pledge to you
I will be with you until the 12th of never

Gomer LePoet...

Inside

Inside of me
is a man that I knew
who could face these changes
who could exchange these faces

inside of you
is a dream that I see
and now the echos of voices
yes these echos are calling to me

Gomer LePoet...

The Rainbow has a beard
             (where's Eric)

So many magnificent colors
so many sounds of the artist reaching
the tones so inventive and creative
it was new then, different, not like another

the melody carried away in timeless echoes
sending us off drifting into the unknown
the burning hot strings overcharged
while Mr. Bruce treated our ears lyrically

the Ginger was sprinkled everywhere
exciting the air molecules with explosions
off timed, eccentric patterns of rhythm
but Eric was the warrior of epic proportions

the white room with black curtains
just beyond the crossroads of that time
and the sunshine or their love blossomed
and indeed the rainbow did have a beard

to this day the performances continue
greying temples now appear in the shadows
still very special to the old warriors that remain
but not like the Jedi from whence he came  

Gomer LePoet...

The Raven Flys

once again the Raven has made its nest
leaving you with an empty heart
your mind is flying in a circular pattern
not knowing where to end
not knowing from whence the start

this path has been traveled before
and we are to repeat our mistakes
over again as the talons of the Raven
sink into our eyes blinding us
tears of rain like winters snowflakes

we have tried to capture the elusive
knowing full well that destiny has spoken
the communion has already transpired
it is the full length version of catch 22
the confession of hearts broken

the Raven cares not of your pain
diving full speed into your empty abyss
tearing the flesh away from the frame
laughing at the mess you have left
leaving you nothing not even a kiss

Gomer LePoet...

Junior saw it Happen

we were lovers and we were friends
I felt in my heart that she was the one
I would have traveled the worlds ends
but what I heard fell on me like a ton

she was seen with a supposed friend of mine
holding hands and giving out sweet kisses
in the movie house down on 4th and Vine
I'm left with this bitter taste of dead fishes

Junior was walking by and he saw it all
he said he was shocked by this display
so he got on his phone and gave me a call
I was gonna ask her to go steady just today

guess I was the silly fool to think she was mine
love is such a folly guess girls can be so fickled
maybe I can get my brother to buy some wine
and me and Junior can go get ourselves pickled

but you can bet the day after I get straight
I will probably need me a real good slappin'
so I don't go and beg her for another date
maybe it was a mistake but Junior saw it happen

Gomer LePoet....

The Tree

the nights are colder now
the stars seem much brighter somehow
when the clouds let you peek thru their cover
the days getting a little drearier
as the trees lose their color
and the winds much brisker
won't be long old winter will be here
freezing drizzle and snow
I take a walk thru the woods
find the old stream singing it's song
as it flows slowly over the rocks
there I see the old oak tree looking
so forlorn with its bare branches
wishing spring would return
4 foot off the ground
in the belly of this big old oak
is a carved heart with an arrow
and lettering inside the heart
I run my fingers over the lettering
Glp loves TAS
a tear falls
I wish for spring too

Gomer LePoet ....

Guitars and Women

Slender neck, nice rounded bottom, and adjustable knobs,
musical sounds caress your ear, you can make this baby hum

take good care of her, lots of polish, not like unwanted hobs,
protect her from the elements, unless you are really dumb

got to keep her happy, or the tune will be oh so sour,
the blues will roll right out of her, so sad it will make you weep

if she gets sweaty, from playing hard,  rest for half an hour,
if she's screaming way too loud, you'll never be able to sleep

every night before you rest, of her praises you should sing,
this instruction is so important, a very important part

don't strum so very very hard, or you might break a string,
don't ever take her for granted, or you will break her heart

yes, guitars are like women, most beautiful in every way,
they'll be your friend for ever, if you treat them oh so kind

let every word you think, be touched by her hand each day,
and she will reward you, body, soul and mind

Gomer LePoet...

Do I

Do I love you much too much
can I live without your touch
is it right to feel
the way I feel about you

Do I mean as much to you
do you feel the same way too
so I ask myself over and over
Do I love you, love you, love you

Gomer LePoet....

Heinie Manush Rag

playing the Heinie Manush rag
your piano's out of tune you *******
the rhythm is all wrong
the chorus too long
it's like listening to my grumpy wife nag

dancing is not your thing either
watching you is like inhaling ether
you have two left feet
you can't stay on beat
I'd rather watch leave it to ******

please don't make me hear you sing
you make my ears burn and sting
I don't wanna sound ******
but you're constantly pitchy
maybe you should give monkhood a fling


Gomer LePoet ....

Living on the edge of a Broken Heart

I know the pain is for real
I try to brush it off like it's no big deal
but you put me out here right on the edge

I feel like I have a broken seal
love is leaking out like a punctured wheel
just one more step before I fall off the ledge

I know you tried your very best
you have said your lines and need some rest
like actors on the stage we both played our part

but I wonder is this some sort of test
a hard time controlling the pain in my chest
feel like I'm living on the edge of a broken heart

Gomer LePoet...

I've Got Rhythm

fear struck as my heart reached two-o-five
the pace was beginning to be too much
we've slowed it down and I'm alive
I needed the doctors intelligent touch

it wasn't just as simple as slowing down
in silent moments dropping to forty six
thoughts of no longer wearing a crown
In desperate need of a balanced fix

I'm back at the table writing simple words
who can know are these the very last
searching for the magic words of nerds
missing the things that have gone so fast

Gomer LePoet...

Her Words
 
her words still echo in my mind
I try to push them away
but they return to me every single day

her eyes still sparkle in my dreams
I try to brush them away
but they return to me every single night

her love still has a grip on my heart
I try to set it aside
but it is with me every single moment

her name still rolls off my lips
Perly Sunflower, I try to pretend she doesn't exist
but she is with me in everything I do

her memory still is in my mind
I try to forget
but a tear falls for her every time  

Gomer LePoet... 09/11/2013

Remember When

I remember when our friendship began
We felt free, like Jane and Tarzan

So many smiles, so much laughter
Our friendship grew even closer

We chatted and talked for hours
Never before experienced a friendship like ours

Remember when the friendship turned to love?
Was this from above?

We laughed, cried, & loved together
We questioned and sometimes no answer

Days, months, & now even almost a year has gone by
Sometimes we ask ourselves why

We have shared so much & grown so close
Will we ever be together, no one knows

We hang on to hope & the memory
For the future no one can foresee

Friends can make awesome lovers
Deep under the covers

But lovers can never be just a friends
It is much too hard even to pretend

Memories last a life time
I remember when, do you?

Perly Sunflower 2011

Feel Me

Feel my hand on your cheek
as our lips touch
 
Feel my warm body
lying next to yours
 
Feel me when Im near
then no longer there
 
Feel me as I look deep into your eyes
as our bodies intertwine
 
Feel me as you gaze into my eyes
as our love lingers within
 
Feel the love
as our hearts beat as one
 
Just close your eyes
and
Feel me, feel you.

Perly Sunflower 2011

A corduroy jacket and a head full of dreams

When I came to London
this was all I owned
except for my guitar of course
the jacket would keep me warm
as would my dreams

I was looking for heaven
in the world of music
singing till my voice was hoarse
my fingers blistered
soaking in the young girls screams

was it fame that I wanted
or was it that I wanted to be wanted
I loathed the thought of remorse
if I didn't give it my all
it was one of my recurring themes

so I scrimped and saved
and practiced non stop my craft
I kept my mum as my source
of determination and grit
basking in her smiling beams

the corduroy jacket
has become thread bared
my dreams have run their course
I never became a superstar
but I got what I needed it seems  

Gomer LePoet...

Your Sweet Love

you can run
you can hide
but I'm still gonna find you
cause I'm runnin
just as fast
yeah I'm runnin right behind you
got taste of your kisses
and I just can't get enough
no I can't get enough of your sweet love

I can dance
I can sing
cause you completely fill my heart
yes I knew
all along
I knew it from the start
one little taste of your kisses
now I just can't get enough
no I can't get enough of your sweet love

yes I'm thinking in my head
this should be a song made for Rod
I would try to sing it
but it would probably sound odd

oh you can run
you can hide
but I'm still gonna find you
cause I'm runnin
just as fast
yeah I'm runnin right behind you
got taste of your kisses
and I just can't get enough
no I can't get enough of your sweet love
no I can't get enough of your sweet love
I'll never have enough of your sweet love

Gomer LePoet...

Every Picture Tells a Story

concerned mother scolding her child
the roaring of the crowd gone wild
the melting sun setting into the sea
an old drunk in the bushes taking a ***

a weeping soldier sitting on his helmet
standing in line waiting for a permit
pitching a tent in a national park
searching for your dog in the dark

migrant workers tending a garden
prisoner of the state pleading for a pardon
solar flares lighting up the sky
licking your lips for that apple pie

city workers digging up the street
marathon runner with blisters on her feet
working the formula in an algebra class
sipping wine from a long stemmed glass

walking the streets looking for a job
toothless old man eating corn on the cob
loosing your home to a banker of greed
growing your future from a single seed

climbing a mountain  all the way to the top
keeping the faith until you're about to drop
going out in a blaze of glory
you can find a picture in every story

Morpheus aka Gomer LePoet...

My Window

Staring out my window,
sometimes the view is very wide,
sometimes the view is very small,
How can that be, it's the same window?,
sometimes my window is Cinema Vision,
sometimes my window is Tunnel Vision,
and sometimes the blinders offer no vision

how can I be so right, and yet again be so wrong?,
how can I love so deeply, and yet show such little regard?,
my world is so incredibly large,
and yet so infinitesimal,
I cannot believe most of the things I can see,
how am I supposed to believe the things I can't?

I wish I had answers to some of the troubles of the world,
but it seems I have none, nada, zip, clueless,
I consider my self fairly smart, but obviously I'm quite stupid,
is it me or does the world seem to becoming more difficult?
I can't even understand what is going on outside my window,
how in the hell can I help mankind?

Gomer LePoet...

Easy Does It

mid morning walk about
the sun is shinning bright
maybe I'll stop by the coffee shop
grab a coffee and a bite
reach in my pocket
to find a whole in my pants
heard some jazzy blues playing
and I started to dance
blue-suede shoes stroll
real nice and slow
ain't no use gettin' up tight
feel the rhythm flow

I say easy does it
there just ain't no other way
easy does it
close my eyes feel the body sway
dream I'm with my woman
holding her real tight
yeah easy does it
if ya wanna do it right

got a nice holiday coming
going to cook me up some ribs
share some beer with buddys
sit around and tell some fibs
talk about the good days
when we were all young studs
we were bigger and stronger then
the fibs get bigger when you're drinking suds
playing ball and horseshoes
a little pick-up game of touch
used to run really fast
but nowdays not so much

I mean easy does it
that is the only way
easy does it
close my eyes feel the body sway
dream I'm with my lover
holding her real tight
yeah easy does it
if ya wanna do it right

Gomer LePoet...

Story Teller IV (Billy and Bart )

he walks in the saloon spurs jingling loud
faces turn frightened everyone in the crowd
except for Bart he keeps his cold stare
bodies are dashing but he stays right there

he knows it's Billy without turning his head
no place to hide now time to face him instead
the fear and loathe has made his nostrils flare
his hand to his side now waiting for the dare

Billy was simply the one that no one could face
bushy eyebrows and unruly hair every place
when he spoke you took at least one step back
waiting anxiously for the fierce attack

he spoke in riddles and never made sense
his mouth sputtered spray his eyes so intense
if you were lucky you could give him the shake
point over there I think there is some cake

when he turned with desire for tastes so sweet
you quickly turned and quietly shuffled your feet  
head for the exit from his attempted control
drool running down his chin this disgusting soul

Billy was this proverbial pain in everyone's side
but Bart had this way of coolness down deep inside
he would reach out his hand in gesture so kind
that Billy would just smile a smile that shined

Billy wasn't really the beast that everyone thought
he just wanted a friend it was kindness he sought
take away from these words a higher ground
look inside your heart to see what you found
  
Gomer LePoet....

3 Cheers
for my mate who passed recently

Paul Francis Sullivan

you will be missed my friend
I will toast you
because I know that is what you would want

Gomer LePoet...

Toe-Jam Football

here they all come now
they all come together
holding hands and laughing
being tickled by a feather

dreaming dreams of days gone by
or of children of the future nights
how many times have they reached out
marveling at the splendid lights

give me life send me love
waltz me around in circles small
hold me tight kiss me good night
tell me I am the prince of the ball

even with my imagined flattop
I can still be grooving slowly
reaching to score the final goal
my toe jam football, good looking and roller holy

Gomer LePoet...

Jeopardy

be sure to make your answers
in the form of a question
these are the rules of this game
not just merely a suggestion

a true friend  
what is it that is so hard to find?

a broken heart
what is it you are so afraid of?

a special dream
what is best when shared with another?

a thousand times or more
how many times must I ask these questions?

Gomer LePoet...

Tell me your Secrets

tell me your secrets
share with me your purest dreams
I want to be a part
you words so sincere it seems

let me help you write your book
let me be in a page or two
your thoughts already written
please tell me how to get through

maybe I have been to bold
maybe not bold enough
you can tell me how wrong I've been
I'm actually pretty tough

but don't leave me lying here
in this bed of fallen dust
not understanding why I have fallen
before my tears turn my heart to rust

Gomer LePoet...

Just the Facts

just give me the facts ma'am
that's all I need
the rest is just conjecture
the planting of a seed

did you see him or did you not
was he tall dark and handsome
did he steal away your heart
and now holding it for ransom

I cannot arrest your make believe
but I will follow every lead
you just have to tell the truth
did he make your torn heart bleed

I'll book him now apply the cuffs
throw him in the clink
it seems you are about to cry
at least you seem on the brink

but tears will not help me
they disguise the true known acts
so wipe your eyes my darlin'
just tell me the facts

Gomer LePoet...

The Knights who say Ni

the Knights who say Ni
are a curious lot
they insult you with every opportunity

they say they are from France
you can believe it or not
cause they change their thought constantly

their leader is more than 12
more than 12 foot tall
with antlers and very short arms in fact

come back tomorrow
and the word has changed
a new sacred word it's hard to keep track

they ordered King Arthur
to cut down a tree
with a herring of all the wierd things

they request you find a bush
a shrubery of sorts
to appease them not golden rings

they say go away
and do not
by any means offer them correction

for they charge
if you do
they will **** in your general direction

crazy John Cleese
and Eric Idle
on their search for the grail

they twist it up
and make you go mad
in this incredibly zany epic tale

Gomer LePoet...

Venus Rising

she returns once again
from her sleep
rising in my night sky
smiling down

she dances around the sun
the goddess of love
every man's dream
every woman's wish

the sister of Earth
this terrestrial queen
please fill my heart
with your everlasting love

help me to understand
the thoughts sent
that I cannot
rise again rise again

Gomer LePoet...

Nights of the Round Table

his name is Arthur
he is the king
friends and foes
rolled up sleeves gathering

two of a kind
or a simple straight
hide your eyes
make them wait

call their bluff
bet too high
every **** week
the days pass by

you can't stand
to stay away
flick the chips
more work than play

a shot of milk
you force a grin
sweat runs down
you wipe your chin

I'll see your 5
and raise you 10
drop your shades
over and over again

the bell has rung
your wife has said
it's time for you boys
to get to bed

you and your sons
stuffed with cake
tomorrow you'll wake up
with a bellyache

but you wouldn't miss
be it truth or fable
a week with the boys
nights of the round table  

Gomer LePoet...

The Battle of Sinners and Saints

in the fight of good versus evil
it is an never ending war
from the mystic figures of folklore
who some will hold that these are the truths
winged creatures with the faces of angels
and those with the faces of horned demons
some will swear these creatures are real and exist
even to this day
funny how the ones who represent good
have the faces of beauty and are referred to as angels
while the ones who represent evil
have the faces of ugly and are referred to as demons
its also funny that we prove over and over
that our interpretation of ugly and beautiful
have nothing to do with good or evil  
in fact quite often it is just the opposite
you see it is not the outward appearance
or even the sometimes garbled rhetoric
spewed from the mouths that can be identified
as good or evil beauty or ugliness
far too often ones who spread christian kindness
maintain a darkness inside their souls
it is easy to be fooled sometimes by those
who wear masks and think of themselves as saints
condemning others and claiming they are sinners
history has proved this time and again
and for those who think they really know the truth
they really have all the answers good for them
faith is a good thing there is nothing wrong with faith
but it is a belief based upon nothing that can be
proved to be real and that is why it is called faith
but those who are of this realm cannot and should not
condemn those that are skeptical of their intentions
and maybe those who need proof should try
having a little faith since they have no proof either
I think we all know deep in our hearts what is good
we also know what is evil at least I hope so
I suspect though that things will continue
as they have over the millennium of time
there will continue to be finger pointers
there will continue to be liars and cheats
there will always be
the battle of sinners and saints
  
Gomer LePoet...

The Plains of Africa

when you touch down here on the African plains
you can almost immediately feel the pains
of a life that grew from nothing at all
greatness achieved but still the blood stains

cultures of complexity started here
somehow they understood but still there was fear
they created technology science and a division of labor
and learned somehow to live with their neighbor

they created transportation writing and math
they started it all they created the path
without their skills in agricultural tricks
we could have never grown just chewing on sticks

and though it all started here so long ago
this area suffers did they forget what they know
this is where my future all began
here was the beginning the beginning of man

we owe it all to these beings so humble and caring
we need to find an end to all of their despairing
  it seems funny that they were the ones stretching the  brain
and now they need educating when there is no rain

infestation of some kind has continually been a thorn
either insects or bacteria for even the newborn
yes they were our beginning the life that we know
we owe our tears and support to help them regrow

  David Nelson ....

Phinius T Bluster

a northern wind blows
like the howling of his name
bringing forth insults
adding more to his shame
he trusts not anyone
and no one offers him their hand
making his living
off the sweat of other peoples land
he is the cruel banker
even his brother likes him not
after taking the land of Buffalo Bob
they put him on the spot
the Indian Princess Summerfall
attending the tribal dance
caught the miserly Phinius
with his hands down a young mans pants
she reported him to the council
then to the association of federal banks
now he stands on the corner
selling sour ***** and franks
    
Gomer LePoet....

Prepare for Me

prepare for me
dreams of willowed wood
where the fairies of hallowed ground
sprinkle their dust
about the villages stood
without nary the making of sound

prepare for me
the kisses meant for queens
the brave knights standing their charge
showing the trust
beyond the courtyard greens
seeking out the fiery dragons at large

prepare for me
a bed of feathered dreams
so I can be your prince in disguise
your veil of lust
your sultry crying screams
saving you one final delicious surprise
    
Gomer LePoet....

Love Potions

when romance is lacking
and you have exhausted all thought
seeking out a witch
can be a dangerous desperate move

it is not like the days of yore
when you're locals were easily sought
welcome to the new age
desperate measures needed finding your groove

Madam Ruth was the only one
who answered your post of exasperation
her credentials lacking
but her demeanor seemed perfectly fine

she waved her hands
over a caldron of her imagination
she said now drink this
and go to the corner of 21st and Vine

hours without success
only boys smiling at your fancy
was this a lost cause
was this the end of the line

Ruth said it was guaranteed
this batch had been recommended by Nancy
a smudged 8 was discovered
should have read love potion number nine

Gomer LePoet ....

An Audience of 1

such drama in the words
the King in his fashioned garments
seeks the answers in the theater
from the balcony of lonely hearts

from the mouths of golden birds
grasping relief from the torments
from this evening now til ever after
purchases from the sellers carts

oh ye withered days gone past
whispers in the wind of grand thought
the applause from your eyes is my goal
as I cannot hold you closely in my grasp

tis not a tail of ships tall mast
nor all your dreams that I have sought
for it is the stars dreams ye have stole
hidden in the fur of crawling asp
    
Gomer LePoet....

Story Teller III - Pain in the rear

Hey Bradley come over here and sit by the fire
ah this is perfect weather for camping young fellow
I sure am glad that we had a spare truck tire
I marked where the hole was I marked it in yellow

tomorrow we'll go to town and get us a new one
but now it's time to sit back and just enjoy
camping is a great time to tell stories and have fun  
grandad has a story he wants you to hear boy

here we'll have a beer now don't tell your dad
you know you're almost old enough to go off to war
I have a story I want to share with you lad
it's a story my grandad told me one night in a bar

he was just 17 and felt he had a duty to do
the Germans had started throwing their weight
so he joined Uncle Sam's army and off he flew
of course his family was concerned for his fate

only 2 weeks overseas on dangerous foreign soil  
scary face to face combat with other young boys
he was fighting in Africa protecting their oil
these guns and bullets were real not just toys

these kids were scared but they were brave
fighting for freedom from Jerry *******
many of these youngsters still did not shave
they'd give their lives in honor of their nation

well the guns were blazing bullets zinging by
trying to stay low keep your head down out of fear
then he felt the burning pain but he would not cry
he took friendly fire two rounds right in his rear    

Gomer LePoet....

PI

Why have I been led
in continuous circles
by a master of pretense

fancy words
with hidden meanings
known only to the creator

what will be the
circumference of this circle
before an honest answer is given

these seem to be simple questions
but asked before
they have fallen on deaf ears

there are many ways
to reveal kindness
and as many others
to show an absence
of passion or compassion

Gomer LePoet ....

Run Rabbit Run

look
there's a shadow there behind you
wait
it's only your own reflection
stop
don't dare take any chances
listen
for the sound of the your own fear

Gomer LePoet ....

Come to me

my golden haired queen

let me take you to places

you have never been

let me make love to you

the whole night through

leaving hot breathy kisses

all over you

look into my eyes

and see my dreams

let me take you to ******

and hear your screams

your soft sweet lips

caress my hardened staff

how I love to hear your moans

and your **** laugh

you are everything

everything that can be

please my queen

come to me

Gomer LePoet ....