Blush (an acrostic poem)

Brent watched her hips sway as she walked away

Lust pumped through his veins, leaving little blood for his brain

Urges finally broke his feet free and he started to follow

She spun around on her left foot, stopping him in his tracks

He felt his lust dissolve and rush to his cheeks as she put her hands on those hips

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Focus (an acrostic poem)

Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time

Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom

Couldn’t he leave for work already?  He’s going to be late.

Until he leaves I’m not leaving here.  I need to find my center.  I need to…

She threw up in the toilet again.  At least maybe it was his.

 

Stutter (an acrostic poem)

Stammering for attention in this internet age

Tasked with giving birth to a meme or a viral video

Until you realize that virus must be incubated in your blood, sweat, and tears

Two a.m. and still nothing to unleash on YouTube or Pintrest

Terrified that creativity has decided to leave you for that cute red head at Starbucks

Even though you have picture of creativity and a goat doing creative things

Realizing that goat was your meal ticket you wait your accolades, or did you…