I really just write what comes to mind, so not EVERYTHING necessarily has a purpose behind it other than for my reader’s amusement.

Again, I’m not one for descriptions, however, this poem goes along with my most previous submission and a few other to come.

Feels good to me.

Those who dare to dream in the wilds of nature…

SEX sex sex.

A swarm of beautiful monarch butterflies seen one afternoon, and my impression of them. A poem.

A butterfly seeks the perfect flower, like a man who seeks the right woman.

The setting is some time ago, in the land of milk and honey.Our story begins with the peace being broken in a coup against our much beloved Monarch, Tesla. How will she overcome this new adversary?

Manipulating like a monarch.

Dip and float in beauty.