For Breast Cancer (A little Pun)

For Breast Cancer

(A little Pun)

Hello to all of you beautiful ladies please know

that goes out to every single woman, in every

country, and every race who lives out underneath

our big bright beautiful sun. You see I have just

a very small favor that I would like to ask of you,

well actually it is two and they may be bigger favors

then I may ever believe could you for a few brief

moments think that I might be able to see your

boobs and no it is not why you may think it is at all,

you see I am a Poet and I am a dreamer

and I am looking for a dream and I would love to

dream about your beautiful breast? You see they

carry in them every single letter that makes up

all of the words to every single love poem that

I have written or will ever write and that has spilled

from my pen or have left my lips with a low moaning

sound underneath my bated breath as they also

carry the very thoughts of the many nights of you

and I, a kind of poetic spell you just might say that

I shall read that will feed straight down to the

depths of your soul which will create a spark to

cause a smoldering fire to start deep down inside

to burn with so much heat from a yearning passion

that a new sun may just be born as the walls where

we may lay turn to ashes and cinder every day

causing chaos and confusion to run out of control.

I know that we may have never met before now

but please be reassured that you will not soon forget

me as I write down with all the ink that I will spill a

piece of poetic art filled with beautiful emotionally

filled Poetry with my poet's pen as I start to drip

down upon your soft, supple and beautiful skin for

you see a Poet has a special gift, one that should

be a sin for the words we write are magical as

they shall fill your beating heart with dreams of

a love that will begin with once upon a time then

end with the passion of happily ever after with the

very thoughts of enchanting romantic filled nights

with candle lights and dinner on a white-sanded

beach on a blanket that is covered with rose petals

as the clock strikes midnight under a full moon's

glow just you and I and all of the stars falling from the

night skies making love until the early morning sun

as it rises to make love to the moon and to kiss our

naked bodies and tired lips, so if you think that you

can help me than by all means please set those

puppies free than do not forget to wear Pink until

we are all cancer FREE.

Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.

A #Poets Journey