Her Drug Of Choice
Is H__ K_____
By Handsum-Hart

During the dewdrop evaporating hours
Of each morning, in playful skip
She travels along the seashores
Heading toward her lover’s cottage

Along the way
She tosses tiny cheese crackers
To the small wading birds
Playing in the wet sand
And takes the shortcut
Through the beach bushes
Flowing over with dandelions
Ready to sail upon the west wind

As she nears his cottage
Loudly her lips
She begins to smack
In want of her daily fix
None but he can supply

Upon his sighting, her playful skip
She abandons in favor
Of Wonder Woman’s running speed
And chases him down
In the muscle-rich fields
Of his manly love
Where she lies upon
His woman-pleasing chest

And like a junkie, shoots up
On the juicy sweetness
Flowing smoother than honeyed milk
In the kisses, from his ripened lips

This is the sweet drug
That K O’s her pain
That takes the string out of her grief
That gives new height to her joy
And rockets her
Into lofty levels of dreamy happiness

His kisses are the drug of choice
She chooses to overdose on
By using her lips
To slowly inject
Their juicy sweetness
Into the veins
Courses through her soul

© 02-11-2005
Ronald Howard Moman