a description of me, as what I think I could be,  if I were a Poet

lay it all down
steadily  
heavily  
make em hot    
or maybe not  
while they  feel and read  
make em all internally bleed  
when they reveal  
knowing the feel  
of drugs, sex    
and fuckin rock n roll  
as feelings take their toll  
not making a claim    
feelin like much less    
than any fame  
really kinda fucking lame  
then theres hearts  
maybe dead flowers  
making me wanna hollar  
what the fuck is this  
is there something I missed  
inner turmoil and emotions  
being spewed and hissed  
when all we want is to be cherished  
at special times  
like with a master and his whip  
or a deep orgasm's afterglow  
especially when  
that four letter word "love"  
is tossed around like a salad  
on a hot summer's sweaty eve  
did I say I was hungry muther fucker?    
   
<3