The Present

My love for men is a little bit obsessive

Shall I dissect the wonders of my life?

Caress me with the palm of your hand

And tell me if I'm lukewarm,

So this is definitely not for the faint of heart

For you are the husband in my dreams

I scream for mercy, yet who is talking?

This sexual and sensual nightmare is a-bold!

Oh my best poetry screams of loneliness

For loneliness is a feeling...

The art of master debation exists

I find myself eclipsed,

And your eternal lips inspire me

For what is in a whole new page

That turns over and over again?

For we are in the present, you and I

And we are both masterpieces in a sense

What becomes of the present is better than wars

For wars are just mixed emotions colliding

Especially when it comes to love...

For what is love without the art of war

When war is all that some people have?

And I am happy when I am in the present

For the present screams of joy,

And joy presents the ability to love

For love can conquer all wars!