Begging you for just a slight smile.
With your curves like the river Nile.
With that deep down sparkle in your blue eyes
to that little pink button of a sultry surprise.
To that bite mark and the ripped off sheets.
if this was a sport I'd wear pads and cleats.
If I could only explain the miles I've ran
and the hours I spent standing up for the common man.
Proving that all of us men are not all over and done in a 5 spot
And I know how to get that man in the boat all bothered and hot.
Maybe I'm just talking shit to really make you think
and when your wet I just love to have a drink...

10/14/2003

Author's Note: This poem is somewhat sexual in sense, I took it from the highlights of a conversation I had with a lover once.. This one is fairly old, proabbly like 96 or so... I rewrote it a little, made it easier on the tounge and ear..

Posted on 10/14/2003
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