Tattoo Love

T  he appreciation of art, a tattoos deep meaning.

A  n artist’s canvas, the mind forever dreaming.

T  attoo of love, symbolic and true.

T  he soldiers tattoo, much love for you.

O  cean scene, detailed realism in design.

O  pen arms to folded hands, open the mind.

 

L  ove of the art, canvas, collage, expression.

O  range and reds, a tattoos confession.

V  iolet of pastel, cherry blossom in array.

E  very tattoo has a meaning, an expression to say.

 

F   lowers to portraits, a colorful sunset and a vine.

O  ur reasons are own, how amazing is the mind.

R  espect of the artist, the skills with the gun.

E  volve from anothers thought, to completely done.

V  ersatility in skills, the ability to perceive.

E  motionally draining for some, gratification as they leave.

R  espect for the meaning, love the artistic look of a sleeve.

I want to Make Love

I want to make love, I want to feel your breath so warm.

I want to cuddle in the blankets, the sound of storms.

I want to make love, so slow with feeling.

The kind of deep passion filled love, instantly healing.

Hold me close, put your nails in for the grip.

Give me that look with your eyes, lightly bite bottom lip.

I want to make love, lights off to a candle.

I want to make your legs shake, see what you can handle.

Let’s get lost, lost each in each others soul.

I want to pull myself in so deep, so complete I am whole.

I want to make love, seductive and smooth.

I want slow music playing, ride the waves as we groove.

Little bit rough, it shows conviction in emotion.

I want to make love, love the sound of the ocean.

Window cracked, slight breeze with a chill.

Make love to you like never before, yes I will.

Promise you love, respect of a queen.

I want to make love, like that of a dream.

Skins glisten in the glow, touch gentle and true.

Have a conversation with no words, yes I love you.

Fingers making trails, lost in love, lightly bite.

I want to make love, all through the night.

Wake you with kisses, do it all over again.

You are the love of my life, my dearest of friend.

The depth of feeling, the connection, the draw.

The feeling deep inside, nail marks of a claw.

I want to make love, make love to a tear.

I want to drift of to sleep, hold you so near.

Tonight We Make Love

Tonight we make love, souls meet at the lips.

Deep as the ocean, slow rotation of the hips.

Tonight we make love, timeless like the tides.

Look deep into your soul, as it slowly slides.

A candles flicker, sheer shades in the breeze.

Tonight we make love, my darling, please.

Hold me close, lets let our souls have a talk.

If love weakens the strong, I can no longer walk.

Magical emotions, hearts and motion in sink.

Kiss me with those eyes open, slowly blink.

So precious, so pure, whisper what I feel.

Like the most beautiful dream, but mine is real.

Tonight we make love, feel my fingers trace slow.

The love locked eyes in a gaze, I want you to know.

You are my completion, my feeling of whole.

Please treat it like delicate crystal, but please, take my soul.

Like the most precious flower, I will nurture and water to grow.

Tonight we make love, I wanted you to know.

You are my glimpse, my glimpse into my heavenly days.

I cherish your love for me, in so many ways.

Tonight we make love, listen to slow music and dream.

Feel with such a depth, tears flow in a stream.

I love you.

 

A little about me

Who am I, some wonder, some question.

Some ask inquisitively, others ask with aggression.

I am that guy, who will hold a lady’s door.

I don’t follow sports. or even care of the score.

I love to write, a little metro in my ways.

I use to be violent, way back in the days.

I still love to fight, the ring or the cage.

I have a little self-control. can control my rage.

Who am I, I am a father and a friend.

I live how I want, and will continue to my end.

I am that guy, not the one lady type.

I do like to text, not big on the skype.

Who am I, just a writer and a creator.

I love my loved ones, even more my haters.

I smile everyday, I am grateful for life.

I am kinky as hell, will pleasure a mans wife.

Watch if you want, I am on a rise to the top.

I am a go getter in life, never will I stop.

Poetically inclined, I have the brain of a master.

Maintain control, shed a tear in disaster.

Who am I, calm, cool, and collective.

I do not just sleep around, I am selective.

Compliment a stranger, make another’s day.

I respect you as you, Bi., straight, or gay.

Who am I, so proud to be myself.

I have love in my heart, my factors of wealth.

I am that guy, the one others may hate.

I am still that bad boy, how about that date.

In touch with my feelings, a little street wise with hustle.

I do love art, music, and ladies, appreciate muscle.

Who am I, talk from the depth within.

See the beauty in a flower, still have my shitty ass grin.

 

Rehearsal Dinner

My lady-love, so many years have gone by.

You have taught me to love, appreciate the sky.

My lady-love, my today and my tomorrow.

I promise you the happiest of days, will comfort through sorrow.

My lady-love, I have told you through the years.

I will be your pillow for sleep, tissue for tears.

Tears of happiness, tears of joy.

My lady-love, your mere presence I enjoy.

I dreamed of the day, the day to make you my wife.

The bond, the commitment, the walk through life.

Endless nights of love, your smile your glow.

The memories of the summer, and that winters snow.

My lady-love, the ring was just a sign.

This is the last rehearsal dinner, lets all toast with our wine.

Hold your glass high, this is my thank you my friends.

Some say this is the beginning, some say this is the end.

I asked her for her hand, in marriage forever.

To love, cherish and respect, leave her never.

I have learned to love, feel with the deepest emotion.

Learned to love art, fresh scent of the ocean.

I thank you my friends, for always standing so true.

My lady-love, here this is for you.

Open this card, everyone has a copy on their table.

I even posted on the internet, anywhere I was able.

They are pictures of you, fucking your boss, and our neighbor.

I already sent them to his wife, so please don’t do me the favor.

You cheated you lied, you got caught yet again.

Oh and there is also the pic. of you fucking the husband of a friend.

Enjoy your life, my lady-love it’s over.

You were really poison ivy, not a four-leaf clover.

 

Second Chances

I set the mood, I even had a cloth on the table.

I had soft music playing, music station from cable.

Flowers in a vase, colors in an array.

A romantic night with my lady, I am here to stay.

A card on her plate, she was on my mind.

I know I am blessed, for she is one of a kind.

Lets make a toast, a toast to a new beginning.

In the candles light, I saw her grinning.

That smile, those eyes, the way they glisten.

I told her I wanted to talk, she was willing to listen.

I told her I was sorry, never ment to make her cry.

I set the mood, I am that guy.

Promises of forever, promise never again.

I told her I loved her with depth, my lover, my friend.

Never ment to hurt you, another toast to tomorrow.

I told her I was consumed with guilt, living in sorrow.

A look of relief, through her windows I could watch.

She told me she loved me, I looked through the glass of scotch.

Her softness in her ways, I reached out for her hand.

Held in a slow dance position, had a memory of the sand.

I told her of my thought, watched her begin to cry.

Put my palm to her cheek, and questioned why.

Thumb caught a tear, my heart began to race.

I felt a sence of anger and punched her in the face.

I felt it was needed, I told her to stop crying.

I told her it was all her fault and to get up, I have been trying.

Stop making me mad, why don’t you just listen.

I watched as she cried, heard her wishing.

She never met me, so I kicked her on the floor.

Told her she was no good, and nothing but a whore.

Scotch still in hand, never dropping a drop.

Heard a knock on the door, a local town cop.