Take your bucket
Shiny and new,
Over to the spicket.
Now,
Try and turn it on,
Get all the water
You can
Sometimes,
It’s going to be
A nice stream
Other times
Drops,
If anything.
Now,
Don’t be alarmed
We’ve all been there.
Now,
Sometimes,
You can’t bring yourself
To carry the bucket
So take a rag,
Wet it all you’re willing
Back to the bucket
Squeeze in what you can
Rinse
Repeat
Until
Satisfaction.
Sometimes,
There will be too much water
All at once
The bucket
Will fill
Will overflow
Will spill.

Take a breath,
In
Out
Take a step back
Reclaim
The situation
Make the bucket
Yours again.
It’s only a bucket afterall
Right?

My advice?
Don’t show off
The bucket
It’s yours
Only yours
And no one else cares.

What they care about?
How you use the bucket.
To nourish
Or
To horde.

Full Of Art
Beauty at every mainstream a sight
Tattoos everywhere well almost
But the tattoos were the only thing noticeable, but added was the muscles
As the man walked around on the boardwalk, you could see woman in their personal conference hurdles talking a man of stature
What a masterpiece would be in a picture?
The guy had tattoos that described words of attention and the muscles just added the vision of mastery
It was his shoulders down to his feet
Sheer physique having a look of mystique
You could also hear woman’s hearts throb
Yet with the imaginary of “Turn me like a door ****”
In fact, one woman boldly approached the Tattooed Man in a strong statement, “Love me but don’t leave me”
That put the man in an embarrassing situation
Because it was all in public
So the Tattooed Man wasn’t sure in how he should respond
At first, he just looked upon
But there was a question, “Should he fulfill her request or just take it as being flattered?”
The Tattooed Man later whispered in her ear, and invited the woman to his place
It wasn’t far, but a moment in being no time to waste
The Tattooed Man’s apartment was well furnished and his body complimented his apartment by being distinguished
But his structure got all the attention
Before the woman could imagine, the Tattooed Man picked the woman up, and carried her to his cave being his bedroom
The woman kept stirring at the contour of the muscular body of the Tattooed Man and tattoos couldn’t hide those vascular muscles
Before the interlude began, the woman shouted, “Direct me to your heart”
It wasn’t before after the woman’s heart started to rise
Every stroke seemed like a welcome surprise
Yet with every scream there was a realize
Pleasure having a soothing delight
The Tattoos were like a road map to love
The woman felt she was in love with a Greek God
It was beauty behind the strength
Miles of detail at every length
****** among us
Love out of control
Oh Ob Oh
But finally the interlude was over
The tattooed Man had taken the woman to his love nest home
The adventure was her roam
The Tattooed Man the woman will never forget
Yet she does have one regret
“I wish I had that body of essence mine”
The dotted line being love fulfilled
The secret of love where there was a will.

I was her tiny little lover
And she wouldn't let anyone else come close

Not that you were ever tempted

Now I'm happy
You're there, just around the corner
And I've got my lovers
And that's the second best thing.