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If you would like either of us to write a poem specifically for an idea you have,
feel free to put your ideas in the comments of this post. Every idea (G-rated)
will get a poem written for it.
Though he traveled alone
And shivered to the bone,
Darkness was his respite;
So, from light he did exit,
buying time for to atone
She watched him from afar.
Every alley, street and bar
She saw through his façade
And cornered him in Cape Cod
As he was meeting a porn star
She felt a kind of chemistry.
Like an unsolved mystery,
The attraction was baffling.
Oh, the hormones shes battling,
Her next move makes history
As her arms reach from behind
And his chest they certainly find,
A bright light penetrates inwards
But also violently blasts outwards
Leaving them confused and blind
He felt an energy never gotten
His aura turned as white as cotton
His darkness she had purified
Allowing his heart to opened wide
He was no longer dirty and rotten
Lights flicker when they touch
Their energy surges so much
She collapses with every kiss
Her heart racing, lying in bliss
With legs shaking and such
The moral of the story is this:
Even if you are rotten as piss,
An angel’s touch is a game changer
Removing the darkness and danger
Creating lots of ecstasy and bliss
He is my most trusted advisor
Compared to me he is the wiser
He knows my every thought
Even all the things that I forgot
He’s smarter than that McGyver
Once I was traveling alone
My presence was unknown
My Patience was wearing thin
So he finally decided to dial in
Before my flight had flown
Feeling his presence near me
I closed my eyes so I could see
He presented me with visions
Visions of fights and divisions
That were fast approaching me
We talked for about an hour
Two times the brainpower
Visions inside my mind’s eye
Showed that which was nigh
Arming me with firepower
I knew what signs to watch for
So I looked for my open door
Soon I saw what I needed to see
And approached the mad fightee
Before there was any of the gore
Only I can see he who is invisible
He and I are truly indivisible
He keeps me on the right path
From becoming a sociopath
My Higher self: Passenger invisible.