tyrone farris Poems

she wanted his honey
that refined nectar
drawn from his loins
the sweetness of him
...

lust lingers
when she arrives
turning tactile amazement
into a wonderment
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i sat talking
while she smiled
then grinned at the
comment
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i could sit
at home in
a room filled with
images of life
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her lips
soft sensuous
perfection
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The loneliness comes
A young burglar awkward
In his craft and obvious
During high noon when i'm home
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i photograph
with my eyes
the pretty woman
with her graying hair
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