A Liar Stands

   Going home after a lovely night

   Making love to a woman I met

   No shame crossed our paths

   No religionist thoughts came anywhere near.

   I told her poems right off the top my head

   Poems were about her beauty and kindness

   And how blessed I felt beside her body.

   Right here, a liar stands.

   I'll meet a lady I met in a library tomorrow

   Later on, she and I'll go to her place,

   "A lovely meal I'll cook," she said

   When she learned how I crave a good one.

   After my belly is full, poems will come knocking

   And her wild body surely will start trembling

   As I spill the beans for her beauty and kindness

   Right there, a liar will stand.

   Though recently I'm not honest in any way

   My words were the truth many times

   Honestly, I can't remember all the ladies

   No one keeps track of each fallen romance.

   I send my love to those I had a passionate dance

   Yet, right here, right now,

   A liar stands.

Missing November

   I got her blue nail polish on my littlefinger,

   Begging to make her stay just a little longer.

   "I can't keep him waiting, my lover."

   I hear her say, and here I smoke another.

   I hang my head as she's off to her lover,

   There, it smells, my pillow of feather,

   Just like all the women I can't remember

   I miss the solitude of sweet November.

   Love not the corrupt warmth of women,

   Tastes bitter sweet, yet agony is hidden.

   When they talk, may thine ears deafen,

   For words shalt not fix thy walls rotten.

   Hear my words, this has never been disproven,

   A woman's love is always shorter than bidden.

Just An Ordinary Sex Poem

   I met a drunk lady once,

   She said my poetry tasted nice

   Especially in her mouth twice

   While she spread her skinny thighs.

   Putting on my ladies man disguise

   I left her sweet caress with lots of lies.

   After years, she's returned to me the other day

   Oh, dear Lord, how beautiful she lay

   Beside me, guess I know how to pray

   Even for sin, which is what I crave.

   So, my little darling, please, get closer to me

   Days of not eating pussy were before thee.