Game of Love

Love one, so dear so close, I once knew 

a wind named after you.

It was fierce & mighty to trust.

The kind of wind that could pull

a bus. It rhymes wit fuss.

Oh, my dear sweet man. Kiss

me.  I can't resist.  Wit 

mighty dusty dust how you

blinded me wit lust.

My poor heart, thought to be in 

love, under estimated the man.

A man so slick, so handsome and sly.

Every word rolled off his tongue 

was like calm waters in the 

Indian Ocean. I hear a man

chant vocals of love off the

coast of his private island.

Oh, how his gentle touch, can 

whoo an entire women's 

team in any game. 

I won't tell you, the guy is a 

master at his game.  The 

game of, I rather not say but it's

sweet, sweet sexy in every way.