Center Man

You were my center
I was your front
I placed you under my wing
and flew away and bloomed
You were like the root of and endless vine
That will never die
My mind has a vivid picture of the wise
proceeded by cautions of the limbs as they wither and turn to sand
Let the remembrance make the demands.

Madame C.J

The snow falls quietly
As the rain goes away
Her shelter will be from your warmth
Her mind will recover from sadness
Her virtue will glow,without a spoken word
Believing not only what she heard and observed
The stars scattered across her scrumptious body
Her sex appeal will reveal and unfold
Her secrets of eternalness will unwind and turn to gold
yet platinum be her guidance lies a man of glory but never in the eyes
of the beholder.