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 Mar 2014 Lisa Parker
David
What kind of man
What kind of man am I?
Sits on his hands and watches
The world go by
That stares at the sky
Never bothers asking why
Who listens to fools
And hurts those he schools
And makes his own rules
Who leaves when he wants
And loves when he can
That works when he should
And plays as he would
He stays if he was
And prays just because
He's sad don't you know
And mad you should go
And proud as a man
Cause men will be men
What kind of man
What kind of man am I?
A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏

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