She reads my poems
So I thought I'd give her something good to read
Dark long haired beauty
even though she threatens
to cut it real short on me
It doesn't really matter
she makes me laugh
I forget all about it
while she's taking off my pants
this isn't romance
if the circumstances were
different than it could be
We try so hard not
to complicate things
but I'm living in the moment
so who really cares what it is
such intensity in her eyes
whenever she stares at me
young, free and wild
and just a touch of crazy
I love the way she kisses my mouth
and if my walls could talk
they could tell you many things.
She says she wears Britney spears curious
and it's funny because she smells curious to me
soccer playing, guitar stringing, acting and singing kind of girl.
One days she's gonna rock the socks off someone's world.
When she reads this poem I hope she doesn't get creeped out
I bottle up so much of this ***** in order for it not to seep out.
No need to worry your pretty little head about this
because this is just a poem.
Just wanted to let you know
that your awesome.