Blessed

Blessed

I may have a broken body, but I have been blessed with the ability to rhyme, to write about my fantasies and a dream girl I wish was mine

Words seem to come so easily, then the stanzas start to flow, creating the vivid image that my poetic writing wants to show

Images of sexual desires, words of passion to ignite your flames, fantasies to turn you on or stories of kinky games

Tales of bdsm of pain and pleasure found in play, or the sadness of my dream girl leaving me, at the beginning of the day

Romance and Vampires, stories about the Knights of old, each line leading to the next, as the poetry unfolds

All these wrires are within my scope, more possibilities are in my head, waiting for inspiration, to find me in my bed

So I guess I'm kinda Blessed, to share my dreams with you, for being paralyzed and stuck in bed, what's a poet supposed to do

Ron