The Rising Of My Purpose Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Forget each and every one,
Of your analystic tricks.
I will tell you upfront...
You are the cause and reason,
Why my lips seperate...
To lick.

You may perceive this to be lust.
I confess...
Your perception is correct.
And your heart knows this.
I can tell by the melting in your eyes,
If my touch is gentle.
It is!

Why you play hard to get,
When you cause the rising of my purpose to lift...
Is 'your' mystery!
Not mine.

Forget each and every one,
Of your analystic tricks.
I will tell you upfront...
You are the cause and reason,
Why my lips seperate...
To lick.
You know this.

Why you play hard to get,
When you cause the rising of my purpose to lift...
Is 'your' mystery!