Running With My Thoughtz

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

If I tip toe into the room
Would you follow me soon?
If I were to wear nothing
Would you care or cover me with something?

If I kissed you on your ear
Would you oblige me back my dear?
If I ran my fingers along your lipz
Would you allow me to gyrate my hipz?

If I wanted to be loved on the top of a plane
Would you think me romantic are insane?
If I needed you to hold
Would you allow me the thoughts in your soul?

You see for if you did all these things
I would be yours forever and angel with tucked wingz
And you would be a friend
To exploit my sexual desires and lust for
The End