Some shift their Love like a stick & clutch.
Lost by many is the art of soft caressing gentle touch.
It’s all ruff, ego has you acting out to lunch.
Thinking of being #1 when only 1 banana in the bunch.

Not to try means lacking confidence in your effort.
Inside you struggle, without balance you feel endlessly peppered.
Here comes the hot stepper.
Leaving you unarmed like a leper, confused like a concussed schizophrenic cross-dresser.
Laughed at & belittled by the lesser of countless wild a$$ infantile peer pressures.
Search hard for the booty only to find some rusted sunken trite tabooed treasure.
Leap towards drastic measures & many illicit senselessly shady sexual endeavors.
Not very clever when test results come back with something you just can’t get rid of EVER.

It’s quite the bummer end to summer I can’t honestly say anything positive about that.
You should’ve worn a hat playing scratch & poke with all of those strutting stray cats.

I recall a time men used to toast then brag & boast about their many scandals & sin.
Mostly quiet is kept now because the tag of male whore is definitely not in.

If you possess this title probably have or at some point had the heebie-jeebies.
Accept your rank & file as one of those grimy guys giving girls the jeepers’creepy.
That heat felt when you pee-pee is like the cloudy smoke seen emanating from a teepee.
It’s not fly + I imagine a lil inconvenient if not deadly like being bitten by a tsetse.

You know for some Love’s a game!

Sometimes win sometimes lose never knowing what side to choose.

Pick wrong always hear sad songs, choose right feel delight day & night.

Heard your song in my head countless hours, days, months & years!
To hear your heart sing out loud now recants & erases all those bagged up ole fears.

I might not be the greatest catch but throw me back you’re gonna need an anti-addiction patch.

You’ll miss the way I hit like your last cigarette.
Guaranteed the Jones left won’t let you soon forget.
But know sweat!

If you’re sensitive to this I know you comprehend & also know it as pure fact.
If you’re not that’s cool a remedy is close at hand and remember black is still black.
There are a few folks from my past I’d really enjoy in this life having back.

But they’ll never know who they are just wasn’t drawn in the cards or written in the stars.
Seems some couldn’t get lucky if they took a trip to Venus all the way from muthafukin’ Mars.

We delight in the Suns gift of piercing rays hoping for cloudless fun summer like days.

Destiny approaches, my back’s turned & eyes closed so they don’t get blurred or burned.

Tide washes away most of the sorrows I built up inside prefacing fewer sad tomorrows.

Those who follow a path of persistence at times get overshadowed by glaring resistance.
It’s unbearably obvious yet some are oblivious chasing that tail considered so lascivious.
We pity & also tsk tsk tsk neglecting to reflect on self, finding lust hard to resist.
Twist bliss into some perverse curse expect a wealth of Love in one lil ole rehearsed kiss.
Not to burst bubbles but‘POP-POW’often this leaves a list of failed flings to reminisce.
Hearts shouldn’t be subjected to such risk.
Being ripped from its chest held up for display like a fish.

I’m hooked on Love though; the bait at times it's just too damn irresistible.
The silliest lil’ thing makes intellectual you smitten over a fool who’s an ill-famed foe.

All the best for the New Year BK..Wonderful to read you again..

Those who follow a path of persistence at time get overshadowed by glaring resistance....

good to see you my friend....