'Ken' For Got, Barbies 'Hot' Poem by James McLain

And when you come to me;
it has bent you too your will
touched and the fact
it is conquered, maybe not?
Must the conquest of my person make my/yours?
Learn my life as for the child in trouble works out
math and English perhaps learning well or silence
of the lamb that is watching, waiting how;
which employee is the teacher\teaching not.
I never ask the book from which my knowledge came!
Every word and bug or dot, have you now.
Sweetheart your/I of he your she, refuse until you've got!
Or if you think that you will get married with the one like me
from heaven, which he sent, I will disappoint you, not.
As for you are but the doll that 'Ken' for got.
Barbies 'hot'
Whom should wear the clothes and, me if I refuses, deceived you not!
Or if you think that you find through him without me, think again
for you will not a single grain of simple Grey so gain, not from he.
Education is his key, a larger joy inside of thee.
Do you feel the rose begin to swell and open closing doors?
Creative is the thing you clamor for and the craving,
which when full adds even more.
You/i and just for the caressing of it which you 'said'
you like just because of joy of soft muscles skin you feel
the pliant heavens that my body, always lent.
Oh shame and sympathy and 'O' thou humiliation.
The hand of the woman whom our times take from sleep
and awake all night right through, because of you, is it not?
But if me you ask me,
the husband of your passion and each joy and sorrow knows,
and of the thing perhaps a sweeter word or two
sweetheart and I work, too live, and I am.
your permanently and as for our equal love
until the joy falls and order mine to cross the center of a star.
We who are made just to transfer from one hand, too the other
and The center made for 'God' your reaching out.