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Erik Fuller Poem
Other men wonder how I make women mesmerize
Bigger than most men similar to football player size
I begin to share my secret and they still don’t realize
It’s my pleasant desirable qualities
To her liking
Suited to her end or purpose
Having the ability to treat her well
Indicative of future success
Or full of promise to stay by her side
Throughout the good and bad times
The guys say “who do you think you are?”
I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me
When I see a woman struggling with groceries from a far
I’ll walk to her, and carry her groceries to her car
Sometimes when she wakes
I’ll have breakfast cooked for her so she won’t be late
I’m there when she needs for me to caress and hold
Even when I’m hot because I know she’s cold
I make it an oath to cater to her in every way
Write her poetry and send roses on any given day
On days that she’s sad or when she’s had bad luck
I’ll do whatever makes her better even if it takes my last couple of bucks.
I’m gentle with her body like chemicals in a flask
Anything she needs me to do, I will do, no questions asked
When other women ask “Dang girl who is he?”
I’ll say I’m a man
A superior man
That’s me
As I travel throughout the city
Feeling the cool breeze
I tend to catch women
Begin to stare at me
When they glance I glance back from time to time
Now I know thoughts of me are running through her mind
It is my smile that you see
Or the size of my feet
Or the size of my wand
Parting your Red Sea
I see she’s getting hot
Loving her I’ll never stop
I make sure that my tongue serenades every spot
Women ask themselves “how can this be?”
It’s the flick of my tongue
My appetite for fun
My ambition for not stopping until my job is done
Then women will ask themselves “What makes him so attractive to me?”
I’ll say for every phenomenal woman,
There is a real man
A superior man
That’s me
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Like a present long waited for that is sealed
I’m in and out of love and don’t know how to feel
Although my love life has come to a yield
Now is the time to harvest the fresh fruit in the field.
I’ve picked apples and oranges
To lemons and limes
But I need someone that will marinate
Into a fine wine
I can’t create a prototype although I’m whipping the base
To sample and see how well it tastes
I’ve had a couple that has tried to make a case
But it just wasn’t my acquired taste
Had a blend a while back of strawberry and peach
Started to enjoy the blend though it was too sweet
Shaped around into a bottle of Eisenwine ’85 I knew I had plenty
Then it turned out to resemble the taste of Mad Dog 20/20.
In the field I happened to pass by another peach
I thought it was out of my reach
All of my friends told me to pick her please
Even though it felt like she instead picked me
Things were sweeter after we started to intertwine
Like a Chenin Blanc ’00, she was a light white wine
Our fermentation didn’t turn as well as prepared
Then I found out the whole time my wine was being shared
Her wine was discontinued and taken off the shelf
Although I still bootleg on occasion cause my skills are superior to anyone else
But now the Chenin Blanc’00 tastes more like Chenin Blanc’78
And I know it's at its best between 3 to 5 years after the date.
My year is expired and pouring her out is the hardest
Until I realized that she was not the end of my harvest.
My last harvest has the blend of peaches,berries, and grapes
Shes got a hold on my taste buds that I can’t escape
Weve known each other for a while and Ive watched her blend
Shes a little pricey but I wonder should I put in a bid
Theyre other wines that are close to her
And other samplers that wouldn't approve
At this point I feel like I have nothing to lose
The sample thus far has got me bent
She must have been heaven sent
Slender with sex appeal from her eyes to her toenails
Like a bottle of ’86 White Zinfandel
Shes intriguing at every stage
Like Zinfandel, shes going to get better with age
The thing that hurts about keeping it to myself
Is that I know there is not another one on the shelf
Comparing her to other wines is a waste
Cause deep down inside I know shes my acquired taste
Now you see why my love life is at a yield
I should just harvest the fresh fruit in the field
For this particular fruit, Id put down my last dime
To see if she'll marinate into my glass of wine
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Erik Fuller Poem
Love, Love, Love…
You are so strong…
When your name is said,
You get everyone’s attention.
Sometimes you’re cool,
And sometimes you’re a prick.
You’ve snuck up on me on multiple occasions,
Especially this one certain situation.
You know how I am,
You know how I love the woman’s personality,
You know I love a woman’s smile,
And you know how the woman’s swagger catches my attention.
But why do you always set me up for disappointment?
I mean you got me in a slump like Jeter in the World Series against the
Diamondbacks.
You’ve came and left for a couple and I made it through those times…
But a couple you lingered around for a long time and got me pumped up to
believe that “YES” she is the one for me…
But it’s always a disappointment; I’m tired of hearing “Let’s be friends”
Everybody knows you can’t be friends even though I try.
Being friends will have you feeling like you’re being used,
Being friends will have you doing things you wouldn’t usually do,
And being friends will have your manhood crushed because she’s messing with
your best friends.
And you know why I go through this?
Because of you LOVE!!!!
You mess with my mind constantly letting me know that this is the one even
though she poops on me all the time.
You’ll have me thinking that I need to put a ring on her finger when she’s not
worth a penny.
You have been the lid that closes up a bottle of bull crap that I drink.
It’s okay though, because I know one day you will lead me to something good.
I realized that you are around while I’m happy, sad, you are the one that holds me
together with everyone I talk to.
I’ll tell you one thing though, you’re slipping hard.
You’re not as strong as you used to be
I’m starting to forget you exist,
Your sister HATE, yeah I’ve had some conservation with her,
I know she’s up to no good but she does bring up some good points.
So get on your grind LOVE…
Stop screwing me over LOVE…
I know you’re good for me,
Prove it to me.
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My Valentine….
My funny Valentine…
You are so fine
In that dress the color of white wine.
We’ve been through trials and tribulations,
And we’re still in this bad situation…
You’ve already said your vows…
And you still expect me to knock it down.
But you know I can’t leave you disappointed,
My tricks make your body double-jointed.
But I ask myself “Are you my valentine”…
I’m just saying I’m in a different motion
Learned to keep my options open
And I’ve been doing that for a while
You cheated and I was heated
When you said you wanted to have my child.
But I’ve looked on,
Singing a new song,
Searching for that perfect 10…
The search is still on,
I’m tired of being alone,
Talked to a couple of friends.
After a few weeks,
We’ve been cool for a while,
And I like her style,
Our deep friendship, my minds starts to test it…
I was caught up by staring into her eyes,
And I was mesmerized,
Giving samples of my affection…
I can’t make many moves yet,
Some people would be upset,
But she brings out the best of me,
But I’m letting it go,
She will never know,
But I’ll always wonder could it be…
As I look back at you,
Doing what you do,
In that dress the color of white wine…
Staring into your eyes,
I finally realize,
You are NOT my valentine…
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Beauty
After all these years, I’m tired of playing games
But I’ve realized who I yearn for, and Beauty is her name.
She has the qualities that give pleasure to my senses and my mind
She is the prototype of her kind
She is the one that would make my life complete
When I see her smile the whole world becomes obsolete
My love for her is beginning to give my heart a beating
I see her everywhere like someone’s spying to see if I’m cheating
Her eyes take my breath away when I seen her at school,
Walking back from class and the sway of her hips gets me hooked by the pool.
I talk to her everyday on multiple occasions on the phone,
I could talk to her on AIM while another form of her appears in my home
The way she slides her tongue ring between her top four teeth makes my world
spin right
When I try to go to sleep, she comes through like a thief in the night
She’s wearing me down as I hear her moans and her screams
She’s responsible for my sleepless nights because she’s even in my dreams
I started to talk to God and ask him how he could create such a thing
Wondering if she can really be a human being
Then last night, my eyes opened and he answered me
After all this time, Beauty is NOT a human being
I see why it was so hard to take beauty off of the shelf
Because beauty is more of what you see in a person that what they see in
themselves
The one who I plan on being with when it’s all said and done
Is the one who I can consider our thought of beauty become one
So now you see who I’ve yearned for, Beauty is her name
Until I find the one, I’ll have to continue playing her game.
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Dear Lord…
I would first like to thank you for all the blessings you have given me.
Without you, I am nothing but a sorry sinner…
I know you won’t put anymore on me than I can bear, but my heart feels as
though it is on life support and the only way to heal it is LOVE.
I need real love to come and rescue my life…
To ease me through the pain and strife…
And I’m not meaning a wife…
Just someone I can talk to…
Whenever I’m going through…
Someone whom I’m willing to put up a fight…
Someone to let me embrace her on a rainy night…
A woman that will fulfill my needs…
One that, for her, I’ll always do good deeds…
A woman that is worth my tender loving care…
A woman that will allow me to be her cuddly teddy bear…
A woman that is not caught up in the stereotype…
One that I consider the prototype…
Note I said a woman, and not a girl
Because girls are not mature enough to be in my world…
One that will also allow me to please…
One that is willing to give me the keys…
To her heart, and plant that seed of relationship…
A woman that is not full of it...
Excuse my tone, As you can see I’m hurt.
After finding out some dirt…
You know the girl that I considered a top candidate…
Till she slept with a friend of my roommates…
But you did bless me with a beauty…
Even though it was just about the booty.
But I’ve learned from my struggles,
And I promise today…
If you send me an angel, I won’t let her get away.
Lord I ask that this will be in your will…
In your son, Jesus name…
Amen.
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