The Ex; by him

CaYenne*

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Close to the Atlantic Ocean,

Stretched a hammock,

Under a coconut tree.

My feet raced through the seasand,

As I enjoy my walking spree,

And breath in the breeze,

Of salt and moisture

Back and forth,

Was how the lady danced with the

Hammock,

Sad enough it was,

That I wasn’t wearing a smock,

To add xylophonic beats,

To her awesome beats,

To her awesome moves,

I took a portion of the seasand as

My sheet,

As I shoot ink to my finger tip,

I started writing..

‘Sweet Cayenne,

I yearn to rock with you,

Side by side,

Breath by breath,

Eye to eye,

Heart to heart.

Would you turn morning into evening

By

Inviting me over?

Would you erase part of your name

So that I

Would get space to write part of

Mine?

Would you offer me a popith to read

Songs

Of Solomon to you?

Would you allow me to mount a

Billboard to KISS YOUR ADORABLE MOLE?

Oh sweet Cayenne…please say you

Will…?

09/01/2012

From this poem he wrote….I got my signature name….Cayenne…I love it😊

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3 thoughts on “CaYenne*

  1. Hey my lyrical friend, I really enjoy your writing! There’s a genuineness there that’s refreshing. I appreciate the follow on my blog–and because you’ve piqued my curiosity with your writing, I’ll return the favor!

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