I Don’t Really Have An Answer, Ma’am


I don’t really have an answer, Ma’am

I’m struggling to survive, just like you

A little poetry, doused with morning coffee

I hope to find the strength to make it through


I Could Tell You What You Needed


I could tell you what you needed

Or I could show how much I love thee

Touching your skin leaves me altered

Dousing our passion in the endless sea

This mind is now forever seared

Such sultry language from those red lips

Whispering words – tattooed within my mind

Remembering the grip I had upon your hips