Writes..."Secret Garden"

“she’s celibate but what i pen’s making her doubt,

the reason she has for keeping pen-ises out

my words relevant, what she’s been dreaming about,

in dreams she views scenes of someone turning her out;

turning her on; when the switch is off, lights are out

‘cause in the dark, it’s my lines she’s thinking about;

and in the dark, it’s my lines that are eating her out;

every adjective and verb takes a direct route,

to a place now flooded that once had seen a drought

when she “cums”, it’s how i think that’s making her shout

i plant myself in her so the rooting can sprout,

through seeds i create to show her what i’m about”

Writes..."Opportunity"

"it's in that moment when two pairs of eyes connect;
the opportunity for connecting's perfect
i mean like "me in she" since i'm being direct;
the opportunity..."me in she" is perfect
and in being direct i can say i suspect,
it's not hard for her to imagine me erect;
or herself on her knees waiting for me to inject,
my erect...never mind, let me change the subject
well, not change as much as show a lot more respect,
when i "nickel and dime" the act, i disrespect
the opportunity for us should be perfect,
so i need to better word the way we connect

let me start again..."when two pairs of eyes connect;
my brown ones seek to make her brown ones the object,
of my desire"...nope, it's back to disrespect;
opportunity means she is an object;
and opportunity means she doesn't object,
when i tug at her nipples to get them erect
only moans escape times i take an indirect,
path directly to the spot where her legs connect
i guess what i'm trying to express in effect,
is that each time i think of her as a subject,
i think of opportunities we can connect;
"connecting directly"; seems that wording's perfect"

Writes..."Brown Eyes"

“i gaze upon her face, to find brown eyes gaze back
at brown eyes magnetic; i find brown eyes attract
my brown eyes to her own, they keep drawing me in;
i’m drawn to them the way moths and flames interact
i continue to stare as her brown eyes stare back,
knowing i should turn from them but nothing distracts;
nothing else exists in the world that we live in,
just she, i, and the tools we use for eye contact
i know the sight burns into my mind in the act;
searing; to see it will endure times all is black;
when my brown eyes are closed, her brown eyes are open,
proof the connection between them remains intact;
proof her regard has had its desired impact;
see, she wants brown eyes to remain after the fact
a lasting reminder ‘til i see them again;
the last thing i see when i see no more in fact
i return to her face, to our gaze still intact
‘cause brown eyes hypnotic means nothing ‘round distracts
the truth is they mesmerize; i can’t help but spin;
i can’t seem to get my train of thought back on track
it’s in looking straight in her eyes, my mind’s sidetracked;
only i find a direct path through the same act
brown lost in brown, for me serves as inspiration,
each time i have words inside i need to extract”