If he was here...

Near 300 mile between his hand and her hair
West young man...where cougar makes lair 
Optimist, realist, idealist
Different takes...real big lake
Making lists, trying t' figure out the jist
Adrift perhaps in an ancient mystery
Reckon not, neuros and dorphins power such a rift
Modern jargon describes as chemistry
He goes, she goes...neither really knows
Days and nights pass...and her wonder is
What would life be like...
                                      ...if he was here

Women are like cars...

...there's so many and so little time!
But in the end, there's only one I desire...

She's a natural beauty with intoxicating curves
Purrs like a kitten and sometimes roars
Puts a smile on yer face and is sexy clean or dirty
Soak up her aroma, caress her gently and...
...she'll take you on a ride you'll never forget

The car's a 1957 Jaguar XKSS
And your name is __________  ___________

If I was a rat...

...I would eat an orange

I would use my tight-rope skills and scamper that electric wire, right down into the orange trees center
Look around I would, quick left then right
There it is, the one I saw last night

Down the branch I'd go
Gotta hurry though, daylight is breaking, no time for slow

Off the branch, now down to twig, go go, no time for slow
Twig is bending and bending, looks just like a bow

Why do oranges only grow at end of twig
I have to hold on so tight, veins popping big

Oh, my orange, I love you so
Your smell, your taste, your color, look how you glow

Hurry, hurry daylight's breaking
Hanging low in my bow, I bite and bite, this orange is so freaking...

Oh, my orange, I love you so.

Provoke

Thy web may drip and tangle...

    ...thoughts, they do dangle...

                               ...focus, be curious...miff the strangle.

                                           
                                    

Never met...

The woman who delayed our day
Was she on bicycle
Was she mother or grand
Sun shone bright
Ocean danced of boards and kite
As our tonnage pressed tracks to ties
Thinking, was she, this her final high
Laugh, did she loud
Vista clear, not a cloud
Aroma sweet...was she
Who mourns thee...
                             ...woman never met

That's first...

I suppose...
...twenty feet closes to two, thence zero
locked eyes loose focus, hip bones touch, quads press to bureau
cheeks slightly roll, breath heard, she inhales
right hand firmly into small, his energy impales

Sense rushes, stimuli wail, both begin to swell about
her squeeze tightens, his fingertips deeper yet, firing throughout,
breath from deep within rolls off her ear. She takes it no more
lashing out, mouth opens, ear lobe bitten...declares war

Cotton expands, doused in fluid
her husband looks on, eyes connect, brain shoots a burst
forcefully she pushes away...of course, introductions...
                                                                              ...that's first

Mesa of the Desert

Eyes Clouded...
...to an opal blue pearl hue
Sweetness to all she did imbue
Hearing gone but your vibrations she always felt
Hey they're here, her bark belt
You know way back they took this and did that...made her afraid
But her last few years...making lots of friends
They were the best, her Mom, like a beautiful serenade
Your loss is my loss, fortunate to pain so deep
Breath inside flows, life you still reap
Venture on my friend without...
                                               ...Eyes clouded