I have chosen to let my creative side step out a little bit more this year and wanted to share a piece that I had somewhat penned a couple years ago and fine tuned recently. Let me know what you think...


"Six Pack Loving"

Mr. Oh So Fine too good to speak
With your milk chocolate complexion
and perfect white teeth, psst
why don't you lift up that shirt...
and let me have a peek.
A peek at what? you say
That fine chiseled, complex network
of your abdominal muscles
that culminate in what is commonly known
as your "six pack".

That level of definition I know
takes alot of work, and your
dedication to its craft, ooh a
joy to behold, a joy to be held
by you with that magnificent
body of smooth ripples touching my skin
There is nothing quite like
some of your "six pack" loving.

You inspire me to go to the gym
and do the same, not quite yet,
but what I enjoy the most, are the thoughts
you generate, oh what a shame!
Those shameful thoughts that
shamelessly happen to cross my
mind and are very readable on my face,
a response that I cannot
control or even want to, should I?

Your virile touch sends me into a state,
a state that can only be sated by a
generous dose of your six pack loving...
And although we might sit and chill and
shoot the breeze over a six pack about
this and that, and your "six pack"
but its really your "six pack" loving that I'm craving.