what do like ? she aked
Never really narrowed it down I said.

Legs or *** or ***** She asked.
I like them all I said. Why limit my options I Said.

You dont Have a preference she asked ?.....

I guess I am an eye guy I said.
An eye guy? She said.

Yes I said. When I look into yours, everything else fades. I said.

Her eyes dropped for an instant. Her cheeks flushed.

She looked me in the eye and her lashes sent Morse code blinks like
a ship to shore message.

My heart skipped.

Tonight I. Stood next to a moaning spirit.
She told of days gone by and grief.
The low and mournful sighs delivered me to her doorstep
The portal where no light shone within.

The graveyard beckoned as I walked the quiet path.
Once inside the spirits rose from every corner. One wafting spectre
Drifted near she floated then stood on a headstone all alone. Stepping

down she rested a chill on my right shoulder. Fetted breath took me by surprize. Vacant eyes told a lifes story.

Faded youth. Faded glory. The spirit lived a fitfull life and passsed
With no fanfare. To sullen darkness. She did rest one hundred years.
Now told her tale.
To me. I gently. Aked why?
You are the catcher for my pain. She told the story
Once again then turned her back.
Wafted once again to rest. In peace.

Velvet words, loving words
Into her peaceful ear.
Only words he could say;
Language known to two teenagers.
Allow the words to pierce the soul
Take the words into her heart.
Ignore the warning signs
Of fake caresses.
Naked feelings he can see.
S**acrifice your body for his joy.

Sweet nothings
Inlay the
Lips of an
Eternally
Naked
Chorus of pure
E**ssence

having been invited, to write,
an invitation, inviting you,

i wrote instead about the
calling card, you know the
one by the clock, the one
i have not photographed.

aked again to do it properly,
requested politely, the you
after queue,, i started, yet the
double spacing and rhyme
annoyed me.

i watched bleak house instead.

the storm raged

sbm.

Once a boy stared to a leaf.
The wind just came and got perplexed
-Why  don't you just grab it?" He asked the boy.
-Because it's perfect as it is.
-Don't you want it? The wind aked.
-Yes! The boy respunded.
-Then grab it little boy.
-No, I won't I'll let it fall.
-You crazy boy, that would happen in autumn
And when that will happen, your dear leaf will be just dead.
It's now or never for the green.
Have the courage to take action!
Only sear leafs comes with the patience.