Ever since I was sixteen I have been writting poetry if you can call it that... smiling. I invite you to read it and to ponder my words carefully as each word can have double or triple meaning as well as the poem itself. I hope all those metaphors does not make it hard to read and I will give you the place I write about in '21 And I Still Lost' to get you to thinking like me. It is about losing ones virginity in a brothel and getting over being new at sex but finding out that you can catch things form doing it and that it cost a lot to boot... and no I never had that experience.
Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug,
Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug,
Is where I left you after a mine blowing night,
Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
...
......clean and fresh right out of the shower,
..... wearing a nice fragrance when we dance,
..... who is hot between her legs as I am about to taste her,
..... and her natural scent as she sleeps beside me.....
...
When fantasy does not fit face,
Nor size,
Nor smile,
Not even race,
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