Darling Nikki
Prince took it all, out on the Stage
in a Red Hot jealous, Sexual Rage
sweat trickling down, his Naked Chest
he Writhed and Moaned, all Upset
.
As Morris Day Entered, into First Avenue
with Appolonia's charm, upon his arm
a rage started up, as they came in view
grabbed his crotch, all sweaty and warm
.
And sang he Met. "Darling Nikki", with a
magazine oh so fine. and willing to...
grind, on a dime, with any passing freak,
so painfully a tear... rolled down her cheek
.
Moaning Darling Nikki, as he stared at her
flaming passion filled his soul, out of control,
as this Erotic scene..... poured out for her,
and with her tears flowing, he just... blew her a kiss
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I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago, since then My Rhymes Have Daunted me, Haunted Me, Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night, as the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream, quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through the corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me.....
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