Used to crave excitement
Couldn’t stay idle
If my life depended on it
Sought out others
With similar fashion
Not referring to what
You dress your back with
I’m talking
The one’s who teased
Hands on hips
With ample ease
Admittedly
I was everywhere
I shouldn’t be
A lover
Three
Blocks from me
Another
On Avenue A
Two on speed dial
For those rainy days
A woman’s woman
They used to say
Uninterested
In what didn’t amaze
She had to be
A crowd stopper
It’s not make-believe
I granted wishes
I forged a dream
Wet kisses
On scenes
Without movie screens
Ever heard a feline
Scream
(Clears throat)
I still kept my dignity
Behind the tipsy and
Finicky
Creep.
The women were
Pleased
Never out of reach
I treasured the
Pleasure
She delighted
In my
Expertise
But.that.was.then.
Today
There’s only one
Who share’s my bed
Dez Sevena