makes me forget my name.
She flips my brain and trips my
tongue,
when playing her gotcha game.
She’s exotic, hypnotic, and
comes on so strong,
and I want to take her home and
hold her
and be with her all night long.
She’s delicate and daring,
she’s different,
beyond any I’ve seen.
She lures me and cures me of my
boyish ways
because she is so clean.
To think her, my breath takes,
makes my heart run.
To see her my hands shake, my
skies open wide,
and out comes the sun.
--Porter Daryl's Poems
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