We kill mockingbirds
and quiver at tales
of mice and men
in this brave new world
an awakening occurs
as we ponder why caged birds sing
somehow this book is gay
and the bluest eyes
spy two boys kissing
Nelson found two things wrong
with a naked lunch
as Lolita and George refused
to communicate
Girls lean back everywhere
but I am curious
about internet girls
and dirty cowboys
the leer of the sensualist
is healthy, with or without
emetic qualities
if supreme court justices
are to be believed
Remember when you came to me;
all excited, delighted,
tickled
Dancing around questions;
euphoria sprinkled.
Your sensualist;
hedonist
Seeking more
without a flaw of imperfection.
Simplicity captivating
saturating
Love, Oh sweet love
a little dream of
sunshine.
Lightening brightening
tantalising
Desire.
The flames of passion ablazed
the past of then erased
Reflecting then and only when
Your precedence prevailed.
How you took me to this other place
a fantasy full of grace
I was gone without a trace
Lost in the most handsome face!
WOW !!!
YES !!
YES !
Yes...
Remembered when I first saw you,
Right on time and love it grew
and grew...
The sensualist:
she worships the flesh,
the urges of bodies,
secrets in lovely young eyes,
wild strawberries,
the ring of music,
and captured happiness.
© Jack Jordan, 2013
Little child of mine
Woven from Gods sensualist vine
Lochs of silken soft curls
I give thanks because you're my little girl
You were sent special from Heaven above
Arrived to me on the wings of a dove
Each day I watched you grow and grow
Never forgetting to kiss your fingers and toes
Skin so soft tan and pure
Loved your kisses that you had smeared
Bedtime stories I did tell you
Had stopped my heart from feeling blue
Wish I'd had never given you up
Was noble and had filled your Father's empty cup
You will always be in my heart
Being away just rips me apart
As you become a young lady soon
I hope your heart will still have some room
So little child of mine
I hope you'll remember me next time
For I did not want it ever this way
As the Lord now hears me cry each day
Tribute To
My Little Angel
Jenny Rose
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