Romantic, I am ....

I write dirty poems
Underneath my grimy veneer though
Lies the romantic
I write for shock
It amuses me
Some of it is true
Some ain't

The romantic in me dries your back
After a massive hot flash
You pull your panties down
So I can get to the sweat pool just above your ass crack
I do it lovingly
All hours of the night
You didn't ask for cancer or a hysterectomy at 47
Least i can do

We're thinking about getting another dog
A senior this time
One that needs a home after an owner has died
Or was left in a box in a parking lot by clod morons
Ziggy the pittie didn't work out
He was too young and we were too old
We need a dog we can save and help save us one more time

I write dirty poems
I'm a sinner and a saint
I work hard at relationships in my job
The world shifted when Agent Orange took office
It's a hostile angry universe
Sex saves the day
I write dirty poems but I'm a romantic at heart