I’m hammering out my new creative self I am carving out a new persona For myself It has taken all my life to find

She is an unbelievable beauty She has a look of Marilyn Monroe Her hair beautiful Florets When she has it cut another floret grows

Ying and Yang Black and white Dark and light White dress Black dress Which ever I wear You rip and tearn

The funky jazz couple They have style Dressed in funky gold They love their jazz When they dance They improvise

I’ve just been on a train ride In the desert and seen the beautiful sky A ride on a motorbike too On bumpy uneven terrain

My head in a spin After the red hot shower I’ve been in The Naked Poet sends you sex in your dreams

I feel flames burning red hot through my every vein I wear my flames beautifully Red hot and golden flames I wear in my flaming hair

Naked Poet You would like to use your tongue Too far too touch Breast in your hand Lick your lips Head between my thighs

As I share our bed I wear only my nakedness No bedsheets to cover us I feel the heat of your passion and lust Your lips taste mine

He is her Naked Secret She is the Naked Poet So naked and hot in her attire That is how her Naked Secret desires her

I am so hot I am so in pain I am naked I am sore

As the light dims Naked pain begins Every vein it runs through Nowhere to hide from this pain that overrides

The f**k of the admirers Or otherwise known as too many d**ks The admirers dream of the Naked Poetess Imagine her in her nakedness

My words are red hot to touch As you reach out to touch Burned by your desire My words so flavoursome Your desire to get drunk on them

I wanted to taste the flowers The floral aroma The intense scent The taste dances in my mouth The tempting brightly colours

A newspaper cutting Is so much more A childhood memory You can touch The joy of eating fish and chips out of newspaper

A distant time A vague memory Being in a plane It doesn’t matter If this a memory or a dream This is an incredibly beautiful scene

As I walked along the street There was a rainbow of umbrellas in the sky The umbrellas in the sky As I looked up

I wanted the castle to be mine I have to wait for the King to die I will be the Queen of Words I will have my castle to write

I searched for something I could not find I was lost and alone in the dark