skirt

grinding my teeth
 to be in the lead
 catching up to me
 was a loser to think
 keep letting it pass by
 just keep letting others win
 ready, set, drop it, win
  getting what your getting
 easy when genuine
 While finding out how I did it 

 with ease I'm forgetting
 with mind made up
 and heart in the right
 woman, hold up or not because my opportunities broadening
  a style that works
 I know

 can't wait, a hazard, and a flirt
 if I think I know,  pass to show
 for moment thought I had no poetry so
 Walking by in skirt,
 pour scorn if you'd like on the hurt
 inspiration sometimes desperation
 Me, I don't have to be waiting 

already have my paydirt
 be waiting along
 destiny I choose
 maybe the one that meets in limelight of a perfect night seemlessly.
 maybe not.
 is there ever enough time to heal and be there

not gauging our options because the very definition of a perfect match

something that last and its is real.