My affection, it grew like a treeReaching out words like branchesChopped & sanded till you swept up the scrapsWith a broom of the twigs that fell off. *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.

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A Moral Dilemma: Being Politically Correct & Not Being A Tease

Some months ago, I received an email from one of my readers. She was a lesbian lady who had come across one of my posts on Gaysi and wanted to tell me that she appreciated my support for the gay community. I wrote back thanking her and telling her how…