An Original Poem...inspired by women throughout my life

In no way have I ever claimed to be a poet - although writing is what I do, I wouldn't call poetry my strength and I'm sure those that know me personally wouldn't either. I go where my mind takes me - whichever journey or endeavor that he leads me to. The latest happened at 4 in the morning ("I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death") - I don't know why I was up - you see what insomnia did to Edward Norton in Fight Club - but I was up and thinking about mainly my girlfriend and other girls that might wear sticky lip gloss.

Miss Sticky Lips

I can’t help but laugh/ Is it the joy that you bring me?/ Or the shape of your ass?/ I don’t want to be too forward/ Because that’s really not like me/ But I would like to move forward/ Because I could see you like me/ And I like you, too/ So much that if love found us two/ I’d express it on youtube./ Don’t get it twisted – I’m not saying I’m in love/ More like lust – I wanna wash your body with Dove/ Lust - all I think of is your touch, your bust – your kiss/

Miss sticky lips I’m lovin’ your slender hips/ I’m lovin’ those tender lips/ They send me into bliss/ A tap on my cheek : Let's wrestle with sheets/ As I lay down the beats/ Call me producer - my mission, to seduce ya/ Baby let down your guard - get a little looser/ I’ll throw on some Luther - proceed to roof ya/ Turn the lights down low, now go a little low/ I usually take it slow but those lips make wanna blow/

Miss sticky lips Its no longer lust - we’re together now and I love hearin you fuss/ The angry look on your face gives me a little rush/ My compliments calm you down – I love seein’ you blush/ Let out a little giggle then you show me your little jiggle/ It’s our world now - everything else is fickle/ Everything else is little –/ Compared to what we share – A physical connection when I pull your hair/ A mental connection that just can’t be bared/ A spiritual connection – that’s how you know I care/ 3 years deep – you’re in the King’s Lair/ I’ll drop down on one knee/ As long as you promise me/ That you’ll keep wearing what makes your lips healthy. Miss sticky lips.