"eat me"
i told you
so you put
a napkin round
your neck
and hung
there
with a look
buried in
your eyes
that still
consumed me

My mind is an ocean
And I'm drowning

"How does this work?"
she asked with some agitation.
"I'm fond of so many,
following with expectation.
But eighty poets,
how do I keep up?
I've already filled
twice my tea cup.
Does it take all day?
Do I need to pray?
To get the energy to say,
'Heart it, love it,  
can't get enough of it.'
How will I ever find the time
To read even seventy nine?"

She's my Tennessee honey
My blue eyed baby
Her kisses are sweeter then the whiskey
With a smile so soft
She will make you see stars

When she catches a buzz
I catch one off of her
When she gives me that look
She shines brighter then a bonfire light
Just want to drink from her lips all night

You've set my skin ablaze
A fever that I cannot shake
This fever has no cure
Nor would I want a cure

Again and again I feel this heat
From my head, all the way down to my toes
This fire comes from within
And you are the one who lit the match

I'm a simple man
A country boy north of the Mason Dixon
I don't look for much
There's only the little things I that I yearn
Like the love of a good woman and a smooth whiskey
Maybe a reliable old truck and some folks that would miss me

I'm comfortable anywhere I go
From the corn fields of Illinois, to the mountains of Tennessee
I travel light, some blue jeans and some shirts
Perhaps with a few bucks for a little fun
I listen to some old country every day
Like No Show, Hank and Mr. Conway

I'm cut from old school cloth
Just like my folks before me
Yeah, I'm not fancy
I just am who I am
A lover and a fighter
A son, brother, uncle, and lover

You look so **** good
Wearing only my flannel
Driving me so wild

I can still taste you
White hot linger on my lips
Tattooed on my tongue

leaning toward the lips.
THE lips.
you know the ones