A Wiseman For My Player

My heart told me to come.
Grab longneck bottles and Malibu Rum.
We'll speak of our poetry,
reading between the lines.
You'll tell me of your conguests,
I'll tell you why I'm here.

Let's go to the Rhythm Room,
climb an emotional ladder.
I have things you need to see.
Slow dance with me.
Hold me close,
an erotic bump and grin
through loose summer clothing.
Take my heart, mind, and soul,
gather them to your breasts.
Learn to recognize them.

My player, you have an aura.
A glow guiding a wiseman.
He is coming for you.
Hold me tighter, reach within.
He will have my good qualities,
only younger and stronger,
able to love you more deeply.
Bringing gifts, the first will be his heart,
other offerings will fore fill your life.

You are in transition player,
give your all each inning.
Keep your eyes open.
he is coming.
I have dreamed it,
it is good,
it is true.