I write as I write

           People know what I write;

            what I mean when I write.

           No mystical message

           to confuse those that read

           what I write.

           I write for your entertainment,

           no hidden intendment

           for one to weigh in one’s mind.

            My thoughts are open,

            no need to search for

            deeply hidden meaning.

            The pictures I draw are drawn

            in words so you see what

            I see.

            The pictures I draw are drawn

            in words so you feel what

            I feel.

            Love is written on pages of paper

            in black on white

            in words of scarlet desire.              

            My passion easily felt,

            easily sensed and simply seen:

            as man into woman,

            as woman onto man.

            No mistaking the heat of

            my words with hidden

            meaning along with

            barely decipherable emotion.

            Writing portrays me

            as one of  straightforward

            words void of shrouded

            meaning.

            Never minced or disguised,

            if the words are harsh with

            meanings sexually inclined,

            some may blush and turn away,

            but from me to you,

            I write as I write.