Ant Smith

Love

Coming to my senses

I think what I am thinking

Might cause you a slight smile

On the other hand, it

Might make you run a mile

So I keep my thoughts here

At a decent space

I hope that you my sweat dear

Can suffer my disgrace

I wonder what you’d think if

I told you how you look

I’d like to hang you from, a

Gallery picture hook

For unless my eyes deceive me

You are glorious

I wonder what you’d think if

I told you how you smell

You infatuate receptors

deep within my nose

I want to strip off,

all of your clothes

I wonder what you’d think if

I told you how you sound

I’m jealous of those words that

Tumble from your mouth

Your phonemes are pheromones

That make me want to howl

I think what I am thinking

Might cause you a slight smile

I wonder what you’d think if

I told you how you feel

I love that flash of your skin

That sometimes you reveal

If I could make a blanket

Your skin I’d surely steal

I think what I am thinking

Might make you run a mile

I wonder what you’d think if

I told you how you taste

That’s why when we are kissing

Sometimes I lick your face

If you were a casserole

I’d be in the stew

I love you, I love you, I love you

I do, I do, I do.

I think what I am thinking

Should probably stay unsaid

Perhaps I should have mentioned it

Before the day we wed

Love