Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

Remembering that fateful day I wish I hadn’t run away I saw the fire in your eyes And it froze me as if a spire I thought I’d have a cooler head

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

I feel you You feel me Our love happens eventually With an up down Turn us round

My soul tells me that you will run I think that sounds like lots of f… I’ll chase you deep into the sun Where lovers meet and melt as one