I think I’m biosexual
But I’m really not too sure
There’s certain things I’d like
That I have never tried before

Friends tell me that it’s normal
And if the chance arises
To grab it with both hands
And I’ll enjoy a few surprises

Although it’s just a fantasy
A dream for which I hope
If it should ever happen
I am certain I could cope

Now I’m sure I’m biosexual
For when all is done and said
I just can’t wait to try it
With two women in my bed

Poetry Is a God Gifted Art,
Ain't it?

I commenced composing poems,
as early as eight years
When my first poem

The Truant,

Composed in a class,
was taken away by my Principal
It was about an incident,
when schools kids went a riot....

I don't remember what I wrote
But ever since I have composed
Poetry of my own
And
as you must have noticed
No two poems of mine are alike,
They neither rhyme nor chime
But so many friends,
I can now claim as mine.

From tequila, and limes
to simpler times

when we were still finding our way;

thought we knew it all
we'd perpetually fall

taking the scenic route in life's maze.

We knew of no fear
while learning to steer

flying high by the seats of our pants;

we lived without care
considered each dare

we played hard, and we all learned to dance.

We sure had our fill
of good times, if you will

and each lesson truly played with our hearts;

Most Males
Have more breadth
At their waste lines
Than length
Fully sea-able down below

Lovely take some help of trick photography
And
Become your desired one
Pawn....of sexology
And
A modern celebrity
We all love
And
Yet disown