Triangle Of Love - Poem by Judy Hill
Sitting here in a state of confusion,
Not knowing which guy I should
One guy is so sweet and kind,
And when we are not together he
is always on my mind.
When we are together he educates my soul,
With skin as beautiful and black as coal.
He seem to understand how I feel about life,
And how everyone should acknowledge Christ.
He sends messages to my mind by the touch of his hands,
Letting me know anything I want to do I can.
We never ever made passionate love,
But lying next to him is passionate enough.
When he holds me I don’t ever want him to let me go,
But being that he is not officially mine I already know.
Enough about him let me talk about another,
Who skin is also dark and smooth as butter.
Me and him went together on and off for a while,
And every time I think about him it makes me smile.
When I see him I know there’s room for me in those jeans,
Because every night we made love I had sweet dreams.
When we kissed he made my toes curl,
And every touch he gave me made me know I was his girl.
He gave me sweet caresses all through the night,
Tongue kissing my other lips just right.
He also support my dreams and ideas,
And wonder what I’m thinking and how I feel.
Standing at six foot something and he is all man,
With his pretty feet and gentle hands.
Well to the last one who is so different from the others,
He’s not that type that wants to be your part time lover.
Light brown about six three or four,
And me he truly adore.
Kissing him is like an animal that’s attacking,
No skill baby boo is lacking.
In making love I give him an A,
Letting me know my shits the bomb by what he says.
He got my back one hundred percent,
It’s like he is my little safety tent.
So you wonder why I am in a love triangle,
Being confused is making me feel like I’m getting strangled.
Three men that I know got love for me,
Which one to choose,
Who is it going to be?
This chocolate tie here don’t know which one to choose,
If I don’t decide soon this triangle game of love I’m going to loose.
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