Bobby Ferguson

From Hear

Samantha Summer or Alan Ostrow take it in turns to pimp all poetry on here, who's pimping you both cant a $50 bucks a night and $40 to your pimps who throw you about between them all then send you here, If it's that good what are you doing on this site, pimped by pimps, lol

On a hillside, stopping ...needing rest
cast my eyes over scenery ...nature fest,
come ...sit with me ...see this wonder
your urban daydreams ...cast them asunder.

Come now ...sit by me ...breathe my air
fresh wind blows ...wild beauty your hair,
this heart leaps with joy ...skips a beat
sweetest touch from my beauty sweet.

Higher we go on a winding path and fro
come now, hear me ...say here ...shall we go,
this day I covet heart feels warm
you and I ...are the perfect storm
your heart my hurricane ...a kiss is my breeze
my lips your earthquake ...your eyes they tease.

Bobby Ferguson 2012.