Ill eat ur kitty's blog: "ghetto poetry"

I love you But I don’t have you When we met, a spark was lit A slow burning ember Fueled by the passing of time Has become a raging inferno I love you, but I have never told you Your smile, the way you laugh Your bounce, your quiver, your shake You take away the sadness when I’m with you I feel anguish without you Still, I have not told you….I love you. I’ve never wanted anyone like this Just a touch, a smile, a kiss For these simple things I wish Now you tell me that you’re going away I just stand there like a stone A lump of clay….nothing to say I haven’t told you that I Love you I’m a gutless coward I deserve this anguish

You my love, the one I always think of. Your presence on earth. Your life, your worth. We chose each other, to be together. Even though cold winds may blow. You and I both know. It could be as cold as the Siberian steppe. Don't worry, don’t fret. You won’t have a cold front tonight. © Charles Matheson

Thy power, thy grace, thy shape, from my gaze thou shant escape, sometimes my mouth even drops agape. Tho J-lo, Beyonce and Serena have made you famous you have always known love, long before the age of pharaohs. Your owners have been envied and admired through the ages the slave masters lusted after your form when you were chained in cages. Men adore you, some women abhor you, to me you are a force of nature, an essence, symbol of fertility, globes representing the globe, our world, the circle of life.

The rays of the morning sun made me open my eyes and what I saw caused my manhood to rise. Your graceful silhouette highlighted by the wandering light. I need you now but the time’s not right. So we both get ready to go to work As I watch you dress My dick really hurts, I can’t take this stress My minds in turmoil, I want to rip off your skirt and put you against the wall while your fingernails rake my back until it hurts. Alas we can’t stop now we’re already late Off to work we go we’ve got contracts to honour we can’t tempt fate. Five hours later we meet up for lunch As we rub legs under the table I want to have you for lunch. Time passes so quickly, it’s no surprise To our desks we head In that corporate high-rise. We talk dirty on our phones as we head home in traffic Honey you know when we both get home your boo got’s to have it. We get home 5 minutes apart As you walked thru the door, I was on you like a pit bull wrestling you to the floor. Your blouse all open your glorious breasts free Your panties way down past your knee. Your skirt a crumpled mass around your waist A look of ecstasy’s on your face as I’m all up in your space Stroking in slow motion this aint no race. “I could do this all day”, I whispered in your ear You smiled and said “yeah right” As you grin from ear to ear. You said, “no man can fuck all day” I had a smug look on my face when I said “boo the last 8 hours have been foreplay”.