Biography of Curtis Baskerville
My name is Curtis but you can call me curt, I am 18 yrs. old with two beautiful kids name, Mia and Jaz' Aiyra. I will be graduating school in June in two months, but i started writing poetry in 8th and ever since then i love it and i became better, well i will be posting some first chance i get so you can read some.
Curtis Baskerville Poems
' Please Forgive Me '
Please forgive me for not being the perfect man; but yet accept the fact that I am doing everything I can. Forgive me for not always following through with things I promise you.
' Life Without You '
Life without you would mean sudden death; like a sharp dagger through my flesh. I do not bleed the blood from my veins, yet I bleed my soul; the one thing that you crave.
Losing you would feel like a blow to my wind pipe….I would be breathless. I would be in bed all cold and alone….so restless.
' Love Has No Bounds '
Love has no bounds; boxing match with uncertain rounds. Love can flow through rivers and streams or glide through the sky like a kite as far as the eye can see.
I took glances at her daily; try to speak to her but my words would fail me. I would walk away in disgust, but to try again…. I must. She doesn’t even know I matter, let alone know my crush. I crave for her touch, to feel her close so much.
' Addicted To You '
I’m addicted to you; I’m addicted to everything you do. You’re my first choice of drug, I can’t get enough.
'Poetic Thoughts For Women'
Women of desire; your mind burning like fire, got that miss independent grown women shit style. You walk past and men try to grasp that intellectual sexy style that you flash.
'The First Kiss'
The first kiss was like a perfect wish Lip to lip and hand on your hip, I slowly lay upon the first kiss. Chills course through my body like taking a double shot of Bacardi.
' Kiss Thy Lips '
Hold yourself close to me, hold your arms out and let yourself be free. Feel the breeze through your hair, and the warmness of my breath as I stand so near.
' Life Without You '
Life without you would mean sudden death;
like a sharp dagger through my flesh.
I do not bleed the blood from my veins,
yet I bleed my soul; the one thing that you crave.
The clouds will turn from white to grey,
and our beautiful love song will no longer play.
I will shrivel up and die, like flowers during fall season time.