Clothes Poem by Ardimus Caldwell

Lies to reach this point
Having told what ears wanted
As kisses fall slow
Right next to those panties of yours
Stripping more
No time lost with
When done reaching for my walet
Money pulled
No love in this room
Its the next room over
Were true magic can be found
Where lies exit and the company of love is welcome
Where the fantasy of wife, childern, white picket fance comes to life
Breathes air like you and me
Where I wish I could be
But in this room only lust is lay
In this bed next to me
I hang my head on love this life must be better for me
Lonely words of a poet can get only so far
Yeah I know the ladies like that
But where is my love
My sweet heart
The dream of me and her having the biggest kiss in our lives
Suits and the white dress in all
But here lays my fate
Without date and without any clothes