The Poetess Vixen

The poetess vixenTrying to seduce my intellectWhispering those sweet thoughtsPaused by my pen; time to reflect But I’m not one to cave to pressureHer pretty eyes leading me to temptationI can appreciate & smile backWithout any need for erotic retaliation

Let Me Borrow A Glass Of Your Mom’s Wine

Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wineI get thirsty in these evening hoursNoticing silhouettes moving in the kitchenBefore too long I might need a quick showerThis humidity is slowly trying to roast meI’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleevesHer beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consentI’m merely appreciating that in which I believe