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Sex
Rothya James
nocturnal lovers; blurry nights
red ball crimson colors; string along kite
reel the comet into flight
feel a nudge towards deep height
touchy, tacky, wacky light
liquid loving, virile might
thrusting, busting, sucking thigh
thick with syrup
slick and tight
struggle like it was a fight
sting it while you scratch and bite
stuff it inside out of sight
magic mystery, healthy hex
it’s not love
but sultry sex
© Rothya James Patterson
Poems
Meeting Elton John for the first time. Rothya James writes mystery novels and resides in Texas. Read more about his exciting past now!
Wish I had a nickle for all I've never done I'd rake up the money and give it to a fund Wish I had a dime for all the things I did I'd take that money show people how to live Wish I had paradise at the drop of a hat Wish I hit life's curveballs with a gold plated bat Wish I had the good times and none of the blues Wish the world was all good friends and everything was cool Wish I had a tight squeeze to leave the porch light on Wish I'd see that smile of yours each morning with the dawn Wish I had a real wish a wish that could come true The wish to wish one wish and I'd wish that wish for you © Rothya James
