Boasted Dracula in dark Transylvania,                                                                              “I couldn’t be handsoma or brainia,”                                                                         Which was quite a mistake,                                                                      Such gall led to a stake
In his heart,                                                                         or perhaps ‘twas his crania.

Some women favour veggies
To chippies sparks or plumbers
They relish every celery stick
Or juicy green cucumbers

There’s tales that tell of fishermen
Quite partial to a skate
Though fond of fish I always was 
I prefer mine on a plate

Some wrap up like an onion
For fear their skin is showing
While some rush in all fingers and thumbs
With boobs and buttocks glowing
Variety’s the spice of life
And while there’s a great selection
We’ve all been screwed from time to time
At every new election

There’s watersports and bondage
There’s even golden showers
Beware though not to mix the two
Or you’ll stay wrapped up for hours

Some wear a mask with eye-holes
Or some dangerous protrusion
Some sport a tail or riding crop
While lost in their delusion

Heart In My Hands

© Katiynd Jenkins

Published: July 2008

If you said you were cold
I would wrap my arms around you.
If you said you were thirsty I would give you the ocean blue.
I would give you anything: the moon, the stars, the sunset too.
This heart in my hands I hold out to you.

My Love For You

© Angiee Thoroughman

Published: November 2007

I love you with my heart
I love you with my soul
I know you don’t believe in me
but trust me for I know
my love is deep
my love is true
and it will never fade
so tell me now
and tell me true
DO YOU LOVE ME TOO?