I'll do a short one today, unless I think of something saucier later... hehe.
Once I dated a fireman. This was the result (go ahead, I know you're gonna make fun-and if you're wondering, yes I did give him a copy of this poem):
"And there you were, eyes upon me... as I rounded the corner of "Self" & "Pity" streets...
You smiled, and lowered your magic sunglasses, and the world danced 'round in the opposite direction, and I couldn't stop it. Born of my strengths and my lust, you became my weakness, spinning me like a top, making me feel like the same toy of a child. What a fantastical, wild ride! I wouldn't--COULDN'T take it back and erase it; but rewind, maybe? Perhaps pause above you, as I stare into your mocking, subliminal eyes?
Feeling you, as you become that 'Midnight Train' that I've so often heard about on the streets--or in a song. Somehow, I manage to make it permissable... for me--it's okay. Where does it stop? Where will I land, when I pull into the station... will it be 4:00 in the morning?... or will you give me until sundown to swallow my tears, and heat up my pride until it is edible...
Maybe that's a meal I won't have to sit down to this time. It's late--the stars are busy doing the cha' cha' over a salty, Marguarita moon. Watch them... they are surprisingly quiet, given their apparent celebration...
Apart, we still seem to share this table, a front row seat (if you will) to this grand comedy. Let us enjoy it... just a couple of hours or so... Meanwhile, would you lower your sunglasses for me, just one more time?"
Where There's Smoke, There's Fire