HOT TOO HOT OR NOT
The first thing you notice was her lips luscious and inviting.
As if it was not enough her hourglass figure sway in the wind.
I could not believe she fancy me I had nothing to offer her.
Yet she said that I was the toughest that made me feel alive.
Her voice was mellow I was yellow then she touches my hand.
Walk with me my love let me embrace your perfume neck.
Let me feel the warmth of your breath as vapor on my chest.
For tomorrow I may be forgotten and my heart cease to chime
I came alive when she arrives, I knew she was double trouble.
Softness of her touch the motion of her body made me wobble.
Anticipation overcame my lust through my vestures I did thrust.
It was over in a moment she could not believe that I was done.
Promise me she said to me next time you jerk, or I will be gone.
I search the halls of my memory hoping to see her one more time.
Come drink with me and ease my pain before I really go insane.
Love letter poems #6
COPYRIGHT 2004
Kenvil G Atkins
