At Seven-one — Seen/Heard it All,
the Dreams alone are Standing Tall.
So I felt this Was the Time,
to Bare my Soul in This Here Rhyme.
Sex peaks our Imagination,
been that Way since our Creation.
So I’ll share My Storied Past,
even though None ever Asked.
Stimulating some might Say,
guess I’ve Tried it Every Way.
Stories that I’ve never Told,
can’t Believe I am so Bold.
Experiment of Sorts I Say,
how many Views have Come my Way.
What else I Wrote is just Made Up,
I guess I’ll call it “Rhyming Fluff.”