All Want To Live Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Yea, we all just kids
one time, many thoughts; let live
try to equate me...

riding long john, ouch
and I, have forgot that glove
a, likeness thereof?

Coming after come
interpretation's splatter
all up insider her

its like this when done
by someone that is unsure
matter of timing?

IAM moving you
into the best position
kissing sweetest lips

moi, me, or excuse
to learn the more crafty arts
lusts or fantasy

metaphorically
yet, in secret willfulness
I, admit to yes...

into you I start
fully entering your womb
and you loudly scream

and whimper softly
coaxing my passionate wrath
purposefully, yes?

My push, your pulling
collision, within each meet
you greet me willing...

like a martial art
tension, pace and that thrilling
rise above that thought...

through these words spilling
seeds and eggs wantonly move
for all want to live!