To Love Me
To love me
was a job without a description
being lax on the job undefined
Being a great love when
he had the time
which was neva'
BUT now I know better
so let me tell you
what he has to be like
'cause now I know
what sloppy love is
I know I want the good lovin'
the kind that builds artful monuments
writes sonnets on my lips
peels the skin of our hips
I want the good stuff
top shelf
juicy couture
tailor made
or I will just leave it,
love myself
to love me
you have to be a poet
not afraid to tell me
your hearts every notion
in multiple stanzas
every mornings sunrise
to the dawning of our
lovemaking nights end
to love me
you can have the
nose of DeBurgerac
and the body of Nero
but you must put
your nose in my proximity
beg to know me,
curiosity about my womanity
your body in my hold,
have only me to hold it
caressing you to me
and me to you only
to love me
you have to be fierce about my security
but gentle in my presence
never scaring up
an intimidating image
be the ease and feeling
of manly gentle courage
on my conscious
uncounscious mind
day and night
to love me
you have to have passion
prowling life like a lion needing a feast
engaging all your senses
in the day, hour, moments
enhaling life
as an airborne narcotic
breathed psychedelically for free
making the craving of the next day
a hot liquid desire to be guzzled
to love me
you have to be captive
of your own wanting
seizing and moving
breathing around me
willingly erogenously present
I wont coax you, make you think
you like being in my love zone
you have to draw the lines,
dwell in them, keep them tidied up
entrall me with your
grasp of equal wanting
to love me
you have to want to love me
like the day you saw a new born baby
or your first rock concert
or the best meal you have ever eaten
or the car you wanted at 15
or the first womans thigh you ever saw
or the hearts or children on the eve of Christmas
lame sloppy laxidazical lovers
need not apply
just move on to your soulless place
dont waste my time
I have your scent can smell you coming
When I smell it I yell "check please"
pay my own way and outta there
Not out the bathroom window with shame
but out the front door without a wave
let the loveless to the loveless be a slave
hhmmm .....now how to fit all these on a wanted ad....
Brilliant ! love it...Maggie
wow...what a typical woman to be loved with open book womanhood...now I can figure out....I am out...( just kidding , lol )...such a well expressed straight to the point of a woman's need to be love...so powerful..great piece
Wonderful work Sandra..But before everything we've got to make sure that the way to the man's heart is not through his stomach...
This puts it all plainly Sandra and speaks for most womanhood I should imagine. An expression of what good love is all about and I second that.
to love you; wow...beautiful expressions Sandra...loved them
A tall order...but so well expressed!!
wow love your hearts needs well expressed
I think this is so funny the only thing missing he should be asked to sign this poem before he asks you to dance and if he will the sparks will fly ...regards