Anticpated pleasure
just around the bend,

selfishly, I'm at the task
of making sure it does not end.

With the silkiness of satin
my fingers trace her skin,

not absolutely sure, at first
if I should dare begin.

I squeeze a caress from fingertips
that glide without a sound,

while she busily reciprocates
with passions that astound!

Gyrations produce dividends
that exceed my wildest dreams,

and, neither of us lovers
can get enough, or so it seems.

We've got a little wiener dog
( the kind that's shaped just like a log )
he's friendly and a wee bit sassy
too bad for us he's also gassy

Perhaps it's too much human food
that sets his digestion to brood
well, whatever the cause is
when it turns loose, gee whiz

Our white walls once so mellow
from his methane are turning yellow
and it won't be long , I feel
before his gas makes the paint peel

A Lovely Piece

Others will read
This lovely piece
Only if you read theirs
It’s like give and take
And
Then we rake
Make, so many friends
And
Compose some poems,
We love,
Others to the garbage bins,
We dispose.
Love is all in the air,
Don’t blankly stare,
For other poets do care.
To appreciate a brethren
In this world today
Tis rare
So love do share,
And
Now go
Take some fresh air.

It’s raining so hard outside
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.

I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.

I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.

Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.