Inspiration Poem by kwane Lamb

There are times when you can’t help…
Wanting someone…
A touch…a feel…a moan…a groan…
Or even a gnaw would do…
Just something to see you through…
Then there is this knock or phone ring…
An that moment…like sings…
Inspiration old or new…
A part of you…blessed or unblessed…
What do you …do?
Hug and kiss…and have a seat…
Or seek out that which is the (treat) …
Could this be (God) inspired…
Or out my own desire…
How do I let this go…it was not…
My lover at the door…but an old flame…
Sufficient for my… gain…
It was… plain to see…
They had heard …I had been lonely…
I had not heard from them until now…
So…shoo, shoo brown cow…a shocker…
Turning down being the knocked and rocked…
Inspiration please…Cheese…
Thanks but no thanks…that is why…
We are no more…you treated me… rhyme with door…
My inspiration is not poor….but sore from…
My ignore, which would never roar…
But at this moment…I identify…
Inspiration will not let you lie…