This wanting heart is tugged by my feelings As soon as she enters my barren room. For it is special excitement she brings That shall certainly result in my doom. Her robe slides off as if doing a waltz Now displaying the body of Venus. I am overcome by my many faults! Possessed by thoughts my bed will comfort us. Adjusting her pose I touch her soft skin. Looking at her I see a glowing smile To place her head my hand is on her chin. Desiring her there can’t be denial! Her thick ruby red lips my brush does paint. Deep thoughts of those lips enveloping mine. My growing desire there is no restraint Of her delicious body I must dine. As if a drug addict I am controlled By painful desire toward each model. Mad, mad, to the Devil I have been sold To share a love and life I’m unable.
The wind is a bus Going here then there Carries limitless Things of many shapes. Plastic shopping bags Soon to be snagged By the naked trees. Fallen autumn leaves Doing somersaults Down the barren path. Dandelion seeds Like little balloons Up to touch the sky. And what of those clouds That bring needed rain Or hide the bright sun. But the greatest joys That the bus does bring Are those we can’t see: The scent of fresh baked Apple pie cooling On the window sill, The soft wavering Coming from the field Of gold colored hay. But greatest of all After summer’s rain The slow flowing scent Of sweet lavender. It is my desire The bus to idle And stay awhile.
The sun has risen but dream as you may
Leave labors of work for another day
Hope your dreams be filled with the thoughts of me
As the many nights my dreams be of you
Praying that all my dreams may soon come true
That you may know my love forever be
Affixed by your beauty am much beguiled
Cuddled as a kitten or little child
But the facts bear that you are a woman
Whose tender touch shall eagerly await
Knowing this desire for you shant abate
Hoping my love you are never to shun