There’s a lot of pretty girls but somehow or another I have avoided the bed… yet with just one bite and there is an itch begging to be scratched. Love Bug… I want a girl that wants all of me not just a taste but how long can I go without scratching?

The real magic.

I admire your determination and strength.

Feeling uncontent and hungry for something unknown brings about a distinct aura.

Something that just drives me batty.

Sometimes you need help with an itch.

A girl who has run into everything but love.

Foolish pride and stubbornness can be your downfall.

A poem I wrote a few months back, its another attempt at children poetry. We’ve all had the ant experience somewhere along this road we call life, lets remember and laugh.

A poem about a slaving old woman who is working for peanuts.