Who Would Tell?

Born deaf to pleading voices of reason Virtues roasted in sooty smokes each season Rusty pride and arrogance of deadbeat dads Swallowed by illusions coated as erotic ads Defensive tongues sharpened to slash and slander Public displays ugly as Japanese   Salamander! But who would tell… That wild Casanova bears of Trentino… Would be tied and sheared... Continue Reading →

My Red Velvet!

Love, help my hands write… A poem that whispers loud. With melodious songs to lift her up the 9th cloud! With lyrics that never fail to caress my super- tigress! With the passion to impress...that none can suppress! Love, help me write her a poem! Love, let my soul bleed... With words that nip each... Continue Reading →

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