Every once in a while, I try to stray away from the comfort of humor and try to write something a little more serious. Here’s a stab at some romantic poetry, reflected from my “dirty-old man” thoughts. At least, I was thinking about my wife. As I frequently like to say, “I’m not dead yet,” as there’s still lead in my pencil.

Curves and Bumps

I just love,
Your curves and bumps.
When I cast eyes,
My pulse rate jumps.

As I admire,
My blood pumps.
I’m deep in Love,
My heart thumps.

I stare at you,
Magnetic pull.
They are the window,
To your soul.

A spark of current,
Flows down my spine.
The positive attraction,
A certain sign.

Brown hair beauty,
Angelic scent.
The two of us,
Were always meant.

I want to touch,
Your quivering lips.
I crave to clutch,
Your shapely hips.

Hold me close,
Squeeze me tight.
Be with me,
‘Til morning light.

Your soft skin,
And perfect pair.
There’s little else,
That can compare.

Be mine tonight,
And forever more.
It’s only you,
That I adore.

A kiss of passion,
Gives me goose bumps.
Above all else,
Our romance trumps.

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