no more poems,until i see your face,on my front door step
the ball is in your court,don,t travel,or i,ll call foul
wearing dresses like that,is not going to help,for sure it will later
i need to take a cold shower,simmer down,dry with a towel
i enjoy pixes of you, with friends,smiling being happay
nice tush,the dress is red,more ice please
i,m losing incentive,to write more,the mind is lost
what can i do,for your heart,my goal for you is to appease thee
thinking of you,your love,your mind,and whatever else you bring
did i say i like chocolates,sundaes,show me something else please
how about a kiss,a hug,lets just cuddle to be
surprise me someday,be your self,and come visit me
lol,lol,lol