The Lover Boy Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Give us a kiss, oh pretty one,
You never know, it might be fun,
Don’t you worry; I saw your glance,
I know some of, love and romance,
Sprigsteen baby, we’re Born to run.

I’ve been around, notched up my gun,
Yes, loves been sweet, revelation,
I’ve played on stage, sexual trance,
Give us a kiss.

Hearts were broken, new girls were won,
Was never planned, what’s done is done,
Like King Arthur, with sword and lance
Ours were guitars, we danced the dance.
So give your lips, to passion’s son,
Give us a kiss.