I'm sometimes asked with feigned surprise,
"You write poetry?"
"How Divine!
Give us a sample of your
favorite rhyme!"

But I know what they're thinking.
I see it in their eyes,
"What a waste of time."
"What a joke."
"Better hide the silver,
cuz these types are all broke."

Poetry doesn't pay the bills.
That part is so true.
But, don't deride my compulsion,
or my next hundred verses
will be about "you!"


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Nothing is owned
Unless earned.

Ask if you've earned love.

It's really not a great mystery
why my feathered friend
loves the sunrise.
To witness such brilliant colors
crack the sky
& kiss the receding darkness,
brings real joy to my eyes,
answering the riddle.

O sing,
sing songbird sing,
ring in the beauty
of a brand new day
& if you could,
please craft a song,
please craft a song,
a song just for me.

Your lips competitively express
the fervent language of ****** love,
bring me back so quick
the mellow taste of nectar
from banana flowers fresh,
I used to tenderly ****
in busy bee childhood days
at my tropical green paradise.

you are lush, an aromatic plant
gently seducing the wanton wind,
the surge of love makes you
drenched in dew all over
the fragrance will soon floor me
if I don't lean over your trunk
and gently sway with the wind

Your supple tongue displays
an intimacy,that goes far
it explores the interior secrets
of my mouth's sensuous softness
blessed creature, you've a
special gift to make me melt
my heart instantly skips beat
amorous i become, get stiff and my face
receives the dark flow of your tumbled hair
that smells jasmine and feminine fragrance,

long fingers entwine with mine,
tell hurriedly on wants and heart's design
my slow fingers trace the contours
of your shapely hips, lips respond,
that makes you tell me the story
the moon told mist, making it melt and mingle
with the moon beams till the night lasts.