Note From a Dark Alley

I think I have as much patience for writing poetry as most people have for reading it. Sometimes it has to be done, though.

I can remember the curve of your face and the lust in your smoky eyes so well
and I can just imagine how you might look under this light. 
It's just the kind of place where you would find me
This wall is so dirty, like your mouth, I could hold you against it