I asked the devil, “wherein lies sin?”.
She answered me, “sir, sin, ’tis within
Both thee and me.
Now, my dear boy
Don’t be so coy.
And just tell me,
What would you like me to be!”.
I Asked The Devil
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Vampiress
A vampiress,
Far from dead
Slips
Out of her dress
So red,
Bringing delight
With nips
At night
The Devil Is Grinning
The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession
With women.
A confession,
I have been there
And looped the loop to please
A Claire
Or Flair.
The devil is grinning
When certain kind of women
On man’s weakness seize
And draw him in
To sin,
Or simply tease
By hinting that the prize may be won.
In search of fun
Men after women run,
Or desirous of the prize
Of that look
In a girl’s eyes
That says “you are mine
Until the end of time”,
Although this may be mistook
For “you are mine
For the night
But, come the morning light …”.
The devil is grinning
At man’s obsession with women.
The biological drive
Causes us to strive
For that lustful look in a girl’s eyes …
Although it is perfectly true
That there is love too.
You Followed Me
You followed me into the bedroom
Bringing with you
The merest hint of perfume.
You stood there
Wholly unaware,
Chatting of what? I do not recollect.
Slim and near.
Respect for a long friendship held me
tight.
Or maybe
Fear.
I did not speak that night.
Whats In A Name?
A Rose is a Rose by any other name,
And as for Jane
She will remain
The same
Old Jane.
A Paul is a Paul by any other name,
But what if Paul paints his Toes
And becomes a Rose
Or Jane.
Tell me, what is in a name?
Her Heels Remain Sharp
Her heels remain
Sharp
But it gives her pain
That although she does retain
The desire
She no longer has the art
To spark
Fire
In a young man’s heart.
Lost Shoes
You left your shoes under my bed.
I discovered them there
Where they hid.
You said
To keep them for you.
So I could not be rid
Of your high heel shoe.
I remember you
Taking off your shoe
And the game we two
Did play
Many a day
Ago.
No,
You never did reclaim those shoes
We did lose
That day
And eventually, I threw them away.
I am Told
I am told
That one is getting old
When policemen look younger than you.
I’m sure that’s true
But when girls say
In a friendly sort of way
That their dad has the same interests as you,
Then what is a guy to do
Other than smile and accept
That age
Has crept
Up on him like a thief in the bleak night
And that although he may, in the company of young women delight
He must
For the purposes of love or lust
Engage with women of a similar age
As no
Young ladies desire
A grey haired sire.
But oh!
If he have money it may be so …!
Feet
Examining my feet
I find that they are smooth
More or less
Though I must confess
That the odd groove
Leads I know not whither.
Some find eroticism in naked feet,
Their passion grows
At the sight of dainty toes.
Others reel
On seeing a pointy heel.
They themselves lose
In girl and shoes …
What strange objects are feet
That people greet
The sight of these workaday things
With lust or disgust.
I am even told
That some feel neither, and are left cold
By these plates of meat.
Choice
He hears her voice
And wonders what she does know
Of where men go
In their head. Choice
Is a word
Oft times heard.
Possessing seeming
Meaning,
It conceals scheming.
But women know
‘Tis not always so
And suspect
There maybe respect.
It helps them cope
For hope
Is the last thing to die.
K Morris - Poet 