I have received some criticism about my poems being to short. Rest assure I can write long poems But lets face it the longer a poem is the more boring it is. So here is my response.
On a cool blast of air their pretty black hair flies,
It shines in the light and is easy on the eyes.
Driving to wild anticipation the guys.
Small and firm their angelic bodies define perfection.
It makes you drop your inhibitions and ask the question,
Can I possibly be good enough for their selection.
I’m holding greatness real near with my arms on their hips.
Intensity builds on the heart before we lock lips.
Forever my face remembers those passionate nips.
Wrapping themselves around you with graceful limbs.
Let their crazed passion take you out on their whims.
On top of the world, who chooses them always wins.
With a smile that is an image out of my best of a wild dream.
And the undying endurance and magnitude to make me scream.
My breath is fast from work and eyes hurt from your bright radiant gleam.
The spirit transcends above all, even the darkest pathos.
May not have entered heaven yet but this certainly comes close.
Everything old seems new, and now is beautiful what was gross.
Reflecting, I know no one else does love quite this way.
Under their tan bodies is where your soul wants to stay.
It is so much more than a nice, magnificent day.
Their sexual intensity motivates me to fight through.
Without those passionate nights I don’t know what I would do.
It gives me a reason to live so I can again see you.