halcyon..

since a last few days or say months i have been trying to write a poem.. who people call the real poetry with merits,

i could not.. since i know no words that are complex and too literary.. all i know are words that are simple n erotic,

i know i can ignite desires in those who since years been living life on corners.. With the desire of having one on lap,

but.. let its be their..how shall i be of any help to them in relieving their urges unless they are ???.. or me with bikni rap,

Me... me am not.. hence please excuse.. though you may have very large and great ideas of having grand pleasures, 

immense i mean.. get to know and get to find on your own how to appease your erotic fucking treasures,

though i shall keep trying to write that kind of poem who people call the real.. yet mine shall always be simple,

in words that first of all i can understand.. forget about letting these reals be tensed in knowing its quintuple pimple,

any way my idea of having fun in my own ways and without being complex n rigid is having sense to live at ease,

using my own simple and limited words again and again to reach at levels of poetic climax with erotic sense to appease,

my desires of course through my styles of writing and actually in real i don't want to be that crow who tried those steps,

were those dancing i don't know.. all i know that i am me and with my own persona n face with halcyon precepts...

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