Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

It’s really hard to get inside My inner circle, past my spies But if you think it’s worth a try You just might find a paradise