A minute in my? Groove.

Two things. Ruled the roost. When I stepped into puberty’s boots. But with the pen I always carried. Humbly.

Captured was this magic. Though I often Stumbled. Fumbling

So writing the ship. Was righted say...

Under lash and whip. Of my grammar correctors. Interjected snide quips.

As I digress into desk. A tardy Bell enters. Late confessed. Day dreamy into this note I slip.

Inked things. Sins? Tall drinks of water. A tsunami of Umami. Ooh mommies making me grin. I’m all in.

Lacking lucidity. I’m riddled see. With.

Rumors of tubular nooners. By those cutting classes. Foray’s into illuminating seas.

To see the? Unemployed? Self absorbed?

Consensual‘s cavitation. Symbiotic’s salivating.

Over ordinarily oblique caverns towards which they’re gravitating.

Sex waxed up surfers caught up by these? Tractor beams. Rapture seams. Lubed up by SPF lotions and creams. Can’t resist the urge to dive into...

Moist caverns careening towards release of. The last gasp of Mother Earth’s energy. Before bodies are left looking spent. On the beach.

BREATH!!! Breach achieved ones. Can’t hide their smiles so wide. Having fulfilled their wildest needs. Passing out pleased.

Ripe dreams. Dawned unto thee in daylight. Sight unseen. Applauded or Fought over. By all fans of....

Life. Liberty. And lascivious deeds.

“Pocket” poetry played out in note from me.(RamonELCamino) Lip service due such proper pairings of ? Surfer & Sea, You and Me? Young or Old.

All riders. Racing celestials. Thru our Milky Way Galaxy. My hats off to you. As well as the Sea. I hope you share this continuity.

Thinks welling over. Spilled out on the page.