A Gentle Loving Touch Poem by Willio Etienne

Pink rose, red flowers, and blue flame. I do aim for the stars in the night, where there deep and it bright My words, are strong and sticky, harder than stone, stickier than glue or sulphur, saltier than salt, sharper than a sword, stronger than steel, i am the voice and instrument, opening wide the gate of limitless realms of my imagination, who reaches heights of virtousity, i am the motion picture star, caress gently the the prima donna, under the spell of a hypothesis she cant focuss, i am the charm and beauty of a queen, ability to make and fulfilled her dream...