You slippery little scoundrel,
You sly little fox.
How you make me doodle,
How you won’t be put in a box.

So many think you’re a feeling
I too thought you a noun.
With or without you-reasons for reeling.
You make me up- make me down.

You’re a notorious shape shifter-
Chameleon- maybe more.
You in my heart…what a lifter!
Without you-slamming many a door.

I see you in the tears of my little boy-
Faith resonates you in her smile.
Some play with you like a toy.
To find you- I’d walk many a mile.

I long to taste your nectar,
I imagine you taste so sweet.
Without you I need a doctor,
Longing for you, my soul feels beat.

I feel you in my desire for the children,
With them…such pure emotion.
Stirring in Gods cauldron,
Sometimes doubting through all the commotion.

Presidents and leaders- these I have met-
You can say I’ve accomplished a lot.
Your presence with a woman…not yet.
Even though at times, I have sought.

To drink of this cup- I do long.
I am so hungry for your taste.
In my heart-I beg to hear your song.
Wanting, not having- Expanding my waste.

I’ve had hundreds of flings,
Searching for what was not.
I am ready to hear your birds sing
I am tired of this empty lot.

I know the pain that has covered my soul.
Kim’s cruel games have damaged a lot.
No longer under the bridge as a troll,
I am prepared to give you a shot.

My brown-eyed girl has opened mine eyes…
You could possibly be a verb.
Thinking of you-hear my sighs.
Going on without you- I no longer have the nerve!!

I am ready, but quite scared.
A virgin-in a sense-that is me.
Like a horse-nostrils flared-
Sharing that passion-sipping that sweet tea.

I am ready to experience you
Please ascend in my heart like a dove.
So tired of being lonely and blue…
I am ready- come fill me up…LOVE.