FANTASIES THAT RUN IN MY HEAD
Just where were these hard bodies
When I was young?
Where was I traveling,
When those songs were sung?
Where was my mind,
That notice was bare?
Were there really such sweet sights,
Hovering near?
When did full asses
Become so easily seen?
Is this reality,
Or is this a dream?
Since when were smiles
So tantalizingly coy?
And the smiles, suggestive
And fills me with joy?
Why does this heart,
Reach out so damn fast
And embrace each beauty,
Trying to last?
Wishing and hoping
And fantasy too,
Wanting and wishing
About things I would do.
Young things in tight pants
And dresses and shorts.
Sweet full bodied damsels,
Shapes of all sorts.
Walking here and there,
The taut bodies go,
Moving in confidence,
In sex they do flow.
I love the big ones,
And I favor the small,
Seek out the round,
But just love them all.
Wish against wish
Is to have each one alone,
Turn off the TV
nd shut off the phone.
Know that I would kiss
each sweetly,
And never the mind,
Will give each, some loving to hold,
Yes some good loving to find.
Hold each one tightly
And take them to bed.
And satisfy all those
sweet fantasies
That run in my head.
Terrence Stratton
"Fantasies That Run In My Head"
Authorhouse-2003
I WISH TO PLAY
Peanut butter on brown bread
It's what she said
A description of sun stained limbs
Long legs, dangling, loosely held
Delicate thighs taunting my senses
Tapered calves tease the eyes
And hips Lord those sweet full hips,
Sing out to me, softly.
When she speaks my heart erupts
And my body limply folds
As my mind rushes to another place
Filled with fantasies of love
A secluded and private place
Hidden from factual acts
And reality Lord just to have her close
To hold, to kiss, to play.
Terrence L. Stratton "
Musings"
Authorhouse-2009
BABY
Your words burrow
They tunnel deep in my soul
They fill me with feeling
And things serious
They flood my mind
And saturate my being
Because those words
Ring true and resonate you.
The fact that life is hard
And love even harder
Fly from your mind
To my page thru words
But mostly thru thought
Your words resound
Filled with pain
And the fact that you forgive
Shows a depth of character
That is more than rare
It shouts of understanding
And so much love
That I am overwhelmed
I am appreciative
And again humbled by
The nature of all
You truly understand
You live life
And life is in you.
Terrence L. Stratton
"Musings"
Authorhouse-Januarty 2009
