Eye's of all colours,
Blue, Green, Brown these eye's;
I cannot see them , yet know they
Are there watching with intent
Watching with lustful thoughts.
In darkness I sit and wait, 
Anticipation building awaiting
The spot light to shine upon me.
Drum beat starts,
Bump ba bump ba bumpa ba ba
Words that arrouse my whole body,
Keep yours eye's on the road an hands
Upon the wheel , Morrison sings.

My body standing now
Hips moving to each beat of the drum,
Eyes watching
Blue, Green, Brown.
My ivory skin glistening with sweat
Electric blue silk and lace *******,
A matching bra they cling to my skin.
Each beat sending another
 movement forward from my willing
Excited body, ******* stand to attention
Each swing of my hips arousing ******
Tension for the eye's that watch me
My arms in the air gently swaying
As if a tree on a gentle spring day,
My hands run along my moist warm skin
Down along my *******, stomach,  hips

And finally removing the last piece of clothing I wear
Eyes still watching me as I bring my body
To the end of this song.
Blue, Green, Brown
They watch me dance, moving my hips,
Arm, hands and swing my hair in ways to
Arouse them along with myself,
Eye's blue, green and brown  watch yet
Never get to feel the warmth that rushes
Between my legs, never to taste the warm natural womanly juices
Never to feel the stiffness of these *******
Eye's they watch with excitement
Pupals dilated in arrousement
*****' s stand errect waiting for action

The light dimes
The music stops
I sit once again
Eye's still watching, waiting
For the show to begin.

I am from wine connoisseurs
With a self proclaimed french je ne sais quoi
A father of politics
A mother of cooking
With my sister and I in between
Sister of art
House of Victoria
Downtown is our place
Hipster is our face
The cat with swag holds us all together
With a woods as our backyard, and summertime gardens with scary insect farms
Saturday mornings with the sweet smell of pancakes and syrup
We may not be huggers but advice does suffice
Now as I go day to day I remember this saying that my mom always does say “You can’t change people, only yourself.”
This reminds me that I'm not the only one sitting on that self

Old fashion Texas man and women
Each with many hats and cans
Cans of beans and jars of pickling foods
Grammy frosted the world with fervor and quilts
Pap-Pap is a man of his own
Busy bee carving out time only to fly
Been around the block a few times just to give me these rhymes
Woodworker by trade who knows the difference between workmanship and ****
Summer days full of tunes of ice cream trucks and Pap-Pap down the drive
Only to arrive with delectable treats of frozen desserts
To teach a life lesson that sticks to the curb
“Don’t say I never did anything for ya.” as he strolls away to go work
Baking up bread and squash too
My grandparents are my favorite people this is true
All american cuties this is what they are

My Bumpa and My grandma are very sweet yet far
They live in Michigan not just four steps away
Yet they are still in my heart and there to stay
Bumpa is a hugger and kisser too they both are whenever they see you
Grandma is a chatty cathy always with something to say
This is why she always brightens my day
Bumpa builds everything and cooks delicious food
He works very hard and is always smiling through and through
As a retired car designer he has a great knowledge for cars
He used to work at Ford building seats and much more
This is my Bumpa ,and my Grandma too I love to go visit them for there love is so true

Many places is where they belong
All organized in different songs
Smiles and laughs and sad times too
We document in pictures
With writing few
A picture is a thousand words so what more could you say
Some is in my mind but those are for another day
My family is who I am it is who I’m going to be
I smile when I think of them because I know its just me