Poetry of loverliness.

This poem is about a guy…Dammit. And I really dont care if it makes sense or not…It makes sense to me.

Your curls are just the right size for my finger.
Your heat in my heart it lingers.
The way you grin in the middle of a moment then.
I know when.
I t matters.
The way you caress in the certain spot with your thumb and whisper in my ear.
The way you hear.
Hear me when I mutter.
IT matters.
ANd simple things like me or the car.
And the way you push my hand to your heart.
The way you smile when my son is silly .
ANd the things you do that make it seem.
IT all really matters.
Or at least it does to me.

P.S  For all of my misters…I have new pictures in my photobucket. 
And I promise to have new erotica sometime.

That be it folks…Exciting stuff there..
SIarai