It’s the excitement of touching you that brings my life cause,

Simple conviction cannot be if simple is used for or because,

When led thoughts come to my mind with force of interruption,

Disorganization of the mind is a poison leading to corruption,

My world moves side to side yet spins twenty four hours per day,

Thoughts needing conversion to poetry are often missing the way,

Led thoughts are those moving slowly in a soft metallic led wrap,

Perhaps they relate to interrupted processes that fall into a trap,

Stand in line with me,

Oh crap, I stood on the flea,

I feel his pierce biting me,

Do fleas have a rite to be?

Goodbye you insect, flee,

Rain washed the flees to sea,

A gear within my mind rolled heavy led through the teeth of gears,

Although soft is led the softness is not viscous to allow forming tears,

The channels of my mind are heavily laden with gray matter of brain,

Memories are held in matters of such color as do thoughts ingrain,

I tried I truly did to write love words for you so smooth and strong,

As my brain sent words in lines as I normally do, they didn’t belong,

Then my mind gave direction to my left hand to softly rub your butt,

A rub brought a small giggle of love given me and at last I left my rut.

The end, I love you baby. By Pat