ajspellbound

I abuse you
with my aimless patter
and selfish whimsy.
So what's the matter
with asking, "How're you"
every once in a while
instead of always
going for the smile
or the nice reply
'bout how much I please
with my iambic crap
on computer keys.
But I'm gettin' over
with poetry
all the things you need
to know 'bout me
while not revealing
so very much
that we would actually
come into touch.
So on and on
I hunt and peck,
and fantasize
about your neck
or the gentle curve
of your base of spine
and the rest of you
I want for mine.
For SG brings
right out in me
the Valentino
I'd rather be.