Love Pictures
Love Pictures
by Rick Rucker
The camera is a mechanical device,
It sees not a person's Heart, so nice.
With its metal and plastic stricture,
It can't capture a Love Picture!
When I see her, across the room,
I picture her with Me, the Groom.
I won't have to be told to kiss the Bride,
In fact, to stop me, I'd have to be tied!
And when I squeeze her, in my arms,
I fall victim to her Womanly charms!
Suddenly, the spinning room tips,
We're like conjoined twins, only at the lips!
I cradle her head, and smell her hair,
Wanting to remain ever there!
Beating faster, my Heart joins,
And with it, a Fire in my loins!
Chasing Love, so elusive,
We really need to be reclusive!
To show each other, with word and deed,
To satisfy our urgent need.
She knows exactly what I think,
Ahead of me, she does slink.
To a room, alone at last!
I cling to her, hard and fast!
At this point, I lose all conscious Reason,
No more flirtin', not more teasin',
Alone for what seems hours,
I begin to regain some of my Powers.
Whereas, not long ago, the Fires were lit,
I can now, once again, sit!
Some function returns to my head,
How ironic, my best work is done while my brain is Dead!
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