Caffeine in my daily veins
Touch my sweater like that again.

Imagining blue eyes eating me up
My shirt off the night before
Face turning, grabbed and wet kisses
Sleeping in a single bed
Sometimes you just want a handsome man
Next to you.

Smoking to calm nerves
I stand my ground
Challenged, all the men gotta challenge
Batched or not really listening
My young age capitalized in the wing
Of my eyeliner, hugging gentlemen behavior
You haven't seen me in theatre.

Just a minute, I gotta put my shorts on
Lifted above, suckling pink roses
I soon forgot from Yards IPA
Less pressure, but I hope you like
To watch my mouth smile and move.

5 weeks left, Long Eyelashes wants to talk in person
Friday, everybody just wants to play
As spring rain whispers in our ears
I could ride on the back of your motorcycle
Scales and a bull, I've been down this road before
But you talk and you teach
I am not like anyone you will ever meet.

Experience and young strength
Sangria and the bartender mystified
I just met you.
"You are very passionate"
A defined, knowing glimmer in my eye
I don't let the sounds of men
Questioning my revenue
Threaten me.

A new way to make money
Maybe I shouldn't have made that joke
About stripping
But your body and face
Had me dripping
Ask me to ride, and I will.

But a mermaid around my neck
Can't forget
I walk briskly into newness
But I soak up all that is around me
As I rock back and forth in my hair
Lips painted--my current mood.

"**** and so present."

I am a paper boat floating down a
Stream, imagination made me from
Yesterdays sport page, read now
Turned in to this boat floating down
This stream.

Calm waters as I float as I pass a fisherman
On the shore, a hat over his eyes as he
Is sleeping not much biting as no fish
In this river that I can see.

I pass a pub only slightly damp as the
Stones thrown by those drinking at the
Shore, I hear a pint to sinks the boat,
But to tipsy are they to throw straight
Lucky for me.

I float bobbing up an down, a fold slips
And up a sail shoots me forward at speed.
But the faster I go the more splashing on
Me. I get wetter down the stream and
I start to unfold more, till there is no boat
Just soggy news paper floating down the
Stream.

It was fun being a boat, as I wash up on
The side of the river, I was once part of a
Tree then a news paper, I became a boat
With imagination, what will I be used for,
Or we I decompose be one with the
Earth I will have to wait and see.