If she didn't color her hair,
what color would it be,
I ask,
making early morning holiday
bed talk

Gray, she replies

disputation, I say,
for I see yet much
brune underneath,
nary a single hairy grayling

smiling with affection,
she salutates:

appearances of a changeling,
perhaps,
I am or always be,

like one of your new poems,
using old words for new colors,
my rainbow always ends,
decorating our bed

Diana – A New Beginning

it was the summer of my 13th year
could not wait to start high school
but wanted to make this summer last
time going slow bet yet so **** fast

finished my chores for the day
up with the early sun pitching hay
checking fences for ways to escape
fixing with nails and wire and tape

passed a mirror with my reflection
the thin hair under my nose turning dark
kind of cool this mustachio upon inspection
dreaming of Diana how she lit a spark

on the final day of 8th grade goodbyes
in the classroom empty she gave me surprise
she said I'll miss you and kissed my cheek
could feel my manhood trying to peek

down the gravel road I wandered
throwing rocks at nothing at all
through the pasture to the swimming hole
thought of fishing but forgot my pole

gazing at the waters ripples
a babbling blackbird gave me start
as it fluttered past my wandering mind
feeling the jumping of my heart

then there she was in jean cut offs
a checkered shirt tied at her waist
her hair pulled into a ponytail
I stuttered madly in my haste

hello Di Di Diana fell off my lips
she smiled saying she was hoping I was here
about that kiss I left you with
I've thought about you ever since

I could feel the sweat start to burn
as she leaned towards me with soft lips
a kiss of wonder made my knees wobble
while my heart was taking skips

we kissed and kissed and I felt her warmth
she pulled my hand to her firm breast
while her own hand found my swelling
feeling the tide about to crest

her shorts came loose oh so slowly
she had brought a blanket for us to lay
I felt the wetness of her land of honey
inside her is where I want to stay

my nervous thrusts brought about explosions
her legs wrapped around me tight
she looked into my eyes and smiled
she asked do you think we could spend the night

I never wanted this day to end
we laughed held hands and slowly walked
she was my first and my best friend
the sun was setting we talked and talked

high school passed and on to college
we still dated for all those years
I smile now knowing we plan to marry
my love for her brings joyful tears

Gomer LePoet ...

I’m not *****, but my name is Diana.
I’m not *****, but what you provoke in me,
may take my demure like manner..to the wild side.

I’m not *****, but my name is Diana!
My kiss has the power to plough through your empty life.
I can be your morning dew just by embracing you.
I can take you to heights not discovered by man.
I can do all that,
by gazing into your soulless eyes.

I’m not *****, but my name is Diana!
I am not a harlot; but, when I love…
I do it with irreverence!

Let’s not play these games,
if you want me, just say the word.
If you belong to someone, keep walking through.
I want to give all this repressed passion to the man who can only love me.
I want to be your lady,
and your harlot in the shadows of the night.
Some call me Lady Diana
yet, I’m no Princess in bed.

My name is Diana, but ***** I am not.
I want to transcend in your arms,
to that harmonious line,
where the sun and the ocean osculate unbeknownst to the stars.

I want ****** combustion,
that culminates in exhausting convulsions,
creating a series of combustible explosions
of surrender and celestial passion.

My name is Diana, but, ***** I am not!
I want your love.
I want that mystical magic, the sun and the moon create,
when they eclipse their passion into each other’s hands.

My name is Diana,
Call me *****.
Call me sweetie.
Call me whatever you want…
As long as I know,
That you are entirely mine.

LeydisProse
4/28/2017
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