Like Making Love Poem by Echo WalkerJacobs

It’s like making love my writings you’ll notice
If I’m not inspired to come I cannot see
If my focus is off I cannot complete
If I only get distracted the longer it takes, for my juices to flow and nourish my brain
If you cannot keep my attention, then I just move on
to the other pages I turn too
for spice is life, what I need is simply sweet delight.
Maybe some chocolate cake
and a quiet place to reminisce
Where the waves meet the sand and swash and back wash has no plan.
I need a clean and gentle breeze to caress my face
New love, it’s sent, its embrace
Sometimes just to watch the mongoose show its face.
Somewhere that has its shelter enclosed a nice little quiet cove
Maybe in Willkies or English Harbour maybe Town
Where I can release my inner most tensions and thoughts of peace are easily found
if I need to get naked I can in this place, freedom has no price, time isn’t a race
I can seduce the beach into deceiving the trees
My pen moves oh so franticly caressing my need, the ink makes the page quiver as I need to write down each and every word; each and every phrase each and every whisper
My pores are open my senses are sharp
my inspirations comes as sweet as the climax only from my heart
I’m content, falling back as the last word is written to end my thought.