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

Seeking Out Freedoms

Seeking out the freedoms But where is the wisdom our follies have made Washed away with the retreating tides Now we bask out in the cover of foliage’s shade I’m sure nature leads us to the answer The tempted isolation of introverts The paused legacy of our discontent Posterity gently tugging at her miniskirt Tilted

Oscar Wilde