I feel them begin in my spine traveling upSometimes black and sometimes brightly huedDays cold, my soul safely shriveled in its cupI need you more than ever to keep me gluedFeet planted, purple painted toes dug into the earthI feel,...

Color me red and color me greenColors of the season for someAgree or not, just get what I meanSymbols are just that to more than oneSnowflakes, bells, crosses and crechesMeaning to some but not to othersHoliday/Christmas lights, parties and dressesFriends,...

Sex Is A Mess

"Just a funny little observational poem."

Sex is a sticky, wet, copious, glorious mess.Deceived when younger by parents, Hollywood and hype.Copulating partners finish off, the female gets up to redress.She returns to her activities with nary a gripe.Imagine that first encounter ending. Standing by the bed...

She's a puzzle girl with short grey hair, soft as a featherDon't try to understand her, she'll just quote you the weatherPlay with her mind and you might get a glimpse of her long legsPlay with her heart and she'll...

I need filthy today, giving my brain the rest it needsJust focus on my body and perform all those dirty deedsGrab me by the hair, let your mouth crush my lipsReach your hand down and pull at my blouse as...

You're a chameleon changing your spotsSaying the words you think should be heardPleasing every one and no one, your heart rotsThat's fine, of course, whatever, how absurdTaking on hues and tones of those around youBlending, never calling attention your wayLosing...