Senorita Poem by Ozie James

Though its been many of moons past
Still can't loose the grasp of my love for Senorita
Even as I lay in the sweetness of anothers chambers
I stare into the darkness with tears of your memories rolling down my face
Damn! I miss her is all my mind can say
No matter how beautiful or sweet they cannot compare to the love
That still burns for your touch your imbrace
The warmth I feel from your smiling face
Damn! I miss her is all my heart can express
Many of moons still to come that my eyes will not receive rest
From visions from day dreams from thoughts of that part I lost
I call that half my best
As I crumble this bit of earth in my four months hiatus to relieve stress
from pains of not havin, seeing, feelin, holding, touching that beauty
That love that piece of heaven that was once ordained for me
Though even in the light I could not see
And I know those that show geniune interest in me
Are only expressing there feelings at best
But to me its just if there talking out the side of there neck
Which I would force myself to put hickes on when they press
Unless I close my eyes and imagine
Its Senorita's neck my lips are pressed against
So times on in I stay in this since
While asking myself does it really make any
Still without rest I know what you think about you bring about
So I remain in this creative process for the one
Senorita