The Poetess Vixen


The poetess vixen
Trying to seduce my intellect
Whispering those sweet thoughts
Paused my pen; time to reflect
But I’m not one to cave to pressure
Her pretty eyes leading me to temptation
I can appreciate & smile back
Without any need for erotic retaliation


I Can’t Compete With Your Status Or Intellect

I can’t compete with your status or intellect
I’m just a blue collar boy who learned to write
An everyday sort of guy of no consequence
I’ll kiss the back of your hand & whisper, “goodnight”