I’m the poet baby...you can be the muse

 

It’s fast cars

            and loud music

 

It’s a picnic lunch

            in a Cadillac trunk

 

It’s you in the front

            of my heated leather seat

It’s dessert

            from the tropics of which you speak

 

It’s intelligence

            and forgetfulness

It’s your voluptuousness

            that makes me weak

 

And it’s all I can do

            to be

A good woman man

           

 

for you.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

You are a Poet, Baby. :)

I love this...your voice shines, once again.

It was an honor to read poetry with you, Thank you for visiting California...I hope you visit again. :)

[OriginAwesome]

Reminds me of a far away and very brief romance... Thank you for sharing