11 to 21 Years - Time with Boys

What is that emotion that keeps me writing
about boys, boys, boys...
they look at me
talk to me
see me
but not daddy.

Boys, boys, boys
replaced my toys...
oh how I loved writing about boys!

A description here and one there,
a stare, a glare, and wish to take a dare.

Couldn't think of nothing more,
much free time was spent behind a closed door.
Stayed out the way of grown ups,
because they wanted children to shut up.

Boys, boys, boys
they were like my toys...
search for them, lust them,
a light within me slowly went dim.

From 11 to 21, it was supposed to be innocent and fun,
but met the kind of boys that didn't shine like the sun.
Burdens upon me weighed like a ton.
I wanted to be done...
lusting after boys.
I wished for days again just playing with my toys.

Nicholl McGuire



Leggings

Black tight pants.
Flesh crawl like ants.

Attraction,
create dissatisfaction.

A temporary fix
a design encouraged
body shapes look like a six,
originally meant for the size six and less,
by yet another creator who respects the Six.

Too small, to fit it all.
Women buy two, three or more
walk around at the mall.

Unflattering, inappropriate
at the workplace,
elders frown--a disgrace!

Try not to look,
behinds uncovered...
temptation
a marriage already in trouble,
another issue among the rubble.

Staring, he doesn't care, his girl is standing right there!
Match with heels, those shoes kill
what could have been...
another tight, black deadly sin.

Harmless not,
another couple just fought.
Unhappy with what they got.

Leggings
tears shedding.

Nicholl McGuire

Under the Sheets

Always so nice
he rolled women like dice.

A perfect gentleman,
but often in sin.

Really thought he was smart,
yet he couldn't even smell his own fart.

He lied much, attempted to play mind games
but he usually ends up feeling ashamed.

The devil's playground is not for sensitive types.
And definitely not for those who like to believe the hype.

Between two worlds of dark and light,
gradually the so-called believer is losing his spiritual insight.

Not focused on what God is doing with others,
he listens to deceitful brothers and lies to single mothers.

Women only good for being under the sheets,
slip and slide...he brags about his big meat.

The best cut of all, tender and raw,
but he doesn't tell them he is breaking the law.

A disease that has taken over his smelly body,
he keeps quiet doesn't want to scare away a hottie.

When truth shows up, the sick man doesn't know what to do,
he worries sometimes that his surprised lovers might sue.

Under the sheets is where he was abused and used,
he leaves his lovers in pain and confused.

Nicholl McGuire
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