A poem of *** But not in this text I just used this title to see ~ If you would come Looking for fun Pull up this poem and read ~ You will not find Words of that kind No moaning passionate steam ~ Two of the night Not in this write All of these verses are clean ~ Lips locking soft Hearts now aloft Maybe what you did expect ~ Candlelight flame Screaming a name Glistening skin, beads of sweat ~ None of that here Let’s make it clear Nothing of that sort reflects ~ Words that you see Written by me *Titled, “A Poem of ***”