To my girlfriend Kate, who is in the cover of these poems.
To Kate, yes i took that pic from your computer, i thought you looked hot
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My Favorite Redhead
There's a girl I know,
A cute little thing
The next town over.
She's got the deepest green eyes
And bright red hair.
And wouldn't ya know,
I have a thing for redheads.
Her name is Carla,
But most everyone calls her Kate.
She's my little cutie.
I see her whenever I can.
She looks just like her mom.
It's great to hear about
The things she says and does,
Reminds me of her mom.
My little redhead -
Who can resist?
Not I.
The Red Head
With her lush auburn tresses, sultry red glossed lips,
And flashing green eyes,
She walks by wearing a lavender blue sequined dress,
Adorned with pearls,
She switches and sways that dress as she passes by,
With that suave swaggering walk,
Rouge touched cheeks highlights her pale complexion,
She sets the gossipmongers tongues to talk,
Whilst making men breathe long sighs.
Her perfume trail tantalizes everyone’s noses,
Tinting the air with the sweet scent of roses,
With a quick kiss blown on to the wind,
A flighty wink to suggest someone has sinned,
A flash of her ripe creamy thighs,
That sets men's blood racing to thrilling highs.
A slight and gamely pout, does start to sprout,
Into a sultry grin, making you think you’re in.
She laps up all the commotion and attention,
That she receives,
Giving further ideas to those rumor merchants,
And motor mouths,
As the talk of the office she quickly puts to rest,
Any who disbelieve,
The idle chatter by aiming so many glances at me,
And adding to suggestion,
By dancing oh so provocatively and playfully,
In a special invitation,
Gyrating round and round my work station,
And works table,
Her naughty pranks and hilarious antics,
Reminds me of a daring pixie of fable,
But her mischievousness makes everyone laugh,
At her precarious cantrips.
Lover, Lover
Lover, go back to your bed
Stop talking and sleep well
Let dreams come into your head
And put your heart under the spell
The spell to calm its rushing manner
Like a dog welcoming its master
Lover, you should stop thinking of her
And let the night tend your wounds with care
Caress with enough care
Or you’ll get nothing but a glare
In your eyes, I can sense your fever
Wanting to meet your half-lover
Lover, go back to your church
See what she’s done to your hard search
After so many years and weeks to prepare
She only left you tears and faith to spare
From a lover to his lover
In the wilderness look at the ray of light
In the far distance, of new dawn when i can see the first sight
Overwhelm me in the embrace of thy frightful love
Before fetters bound me in the horrid darkness of the night
Certain constraints when parted me from thy longing soul
In the anguished fire of merciless time when my virtue extol
Come & shall we touch this new dawn of hope?
Be it the streak of insanity encompassing before quench anguish coal
Intoxication of thy love when will fibers in my every vein
When thy shall seek immense peace in my arms reign
Thy bones in my grip when will melt & on thy kiss when my heart shudder
Yet I smelled only paled rose, but now will scent thy breath again
Skies & the Earth when will ask 'Go ahead! Why delay? '
Just one kiss and let it escape your lips once, O My doll of clay
Before castled time is lost in soiree, part them quick to rest them soon
And let that moment of eternity last in infinity before time goes astray
Douse down those flames of love and compassion with thy heavy sigh
Take me beyond my conscience, my religion and beyond this sky
Pagan I am for I accept only thy charm; eager to self-forget in thy arms
Haste! Hasten it quick. Let not allow this fragile era to whisk by
I smell again from the air thy breath reeks of the Eden’s grass
Undoubtedly I am enslaved by thy naive charm O enchanting lass
Let this skin feel again the touch of thy silken silhouette arms
And encompass this moment of passion in my eyes to let it never pass.
