That would be bad.
(I’m still trying to figure out what the 7 places are.)
JomoMojo said:
"Hon! She called me “Hon”! <walking on cloud 9>
Sorry, sweetie, for days I racked my brains for a word that rhymed with “sugar” but all I could think of was b…
No, I’m not going to say something I would regret later…
Hon is a great place to start
celestina, my hon
Flirtin’ with you is fun
Got my blues on the run
I’ll be the moon to your sun
Let me Yang your Yin
It won’t be a sin
celestina, my sky
You could make me cry
[celestina grabs JomoMojo, pulls his head down within her reach, and gives him a big ol’ kiss, caressing his face with her hands. :)]
Awww. JM, I’m truly touched at your poetic prowess, Sweetie. 
I just LOVE poetry. I can be rude and crude too, so if you want to create a rhyme for Sugar, go right ahead. [giggle]
As far as your poem goes, how’s this for a reply:
JM, my dove from above,
Flirtin’ with you is an art I love.
Don’t know why you thought
You needed to be taught.
Flirtin’s right up yo’ alley. Hon’, you’re hot.
I’ll chase your blues as far as I can
And smile so bright my light will light up your land.
And yeah, sure, you can Yang my Yin anytime
In rain, sun, snow, or sleet 'cause you’re so fine.
Awww, Sugar, you say I’m your sky.
Jesus, that almost make ME wanna cry.
Okay, JM. Let’s do it again. Can we? Huh? Huh? Huh? Will you write me another poem, Sugar?
Oh, and xixor:
I can make the baby Jesus cry at will or not
Because, Sugar, I GOT it like that.
Yeah, I’m JUST that hot. 
So you better fan yourself.
Shade your eyes with your hat.
Or better yet, see that Scotch on the shelf?
Would you bring me a drink? There’s a good guy,
‘Cause my throat’s gettin’ awful dry.
Would it be easier if I just showed you 
If you were to pull this off, by trick or by heist,
That would make you the first temptation of christ.
xixor said:
If you were to pull this off, by trick or by heist,
That would make you the first temptation of christ.
To your conceit, this my Muse would say:
Why, I wonder, would you think–
By the way, I’m upset you didn’t bring me a drink :-(–
That by trick or by heist
I’d ever be the FIRST temptation of Christ?
I, through no ill-intent of my own, though I can
And do stand alone in glory, don’t seek to tempt man.
I can’t help what I am.
There’s no trick to my love,
For it’s freely given. If you look above
The heavens can be cold or hot,
And as the Mistress of the Stars my lot
Is to bring warmth and to shine.
If Christ or any man is drawn to my sign
And there choose to sip from my cup of wine,
And find tears of joy, or not, then that’s just fine.
<heart going thumpa-thumpa-thumpa-thumpa>
<steam rising from body>
celestina, Oww! <sizzle> Picture my Love-O-Meter as a thermometer with mercury bursting out the top! You’re such a sweetheart. Nobody ever wrote me a poem like that. <sniff>
Goddess Lady, you’re so fine
I’m gonna drink you up like sweetest wine
Don’t be shy and don’t demur
I’m gonna pet your fur until you purr
celestina, I’m under your hex
O paragon of the fairer sex
Let down on me your flowing hair
When I breathe, you are my air
Kundalini rising up my Love-O-Meter
Can’t wait until I really meet her
Ecstatic hymns to you I’ll sing 'em
Shakti Goddess, love my lingam
You’re cooler than an iced Zamboni
Shakti Devi, I love your Yoni
You’re hotter than ten million suns
I’ll look no further: you are the One
Enfold me in your Tantric bliss
I’ll trade the universe for your kiss
Lover with skin of delicate hue
My 2000th post is all for YOU!
I suppose while I’m showing you my legs, you could show me…whatever it is you’re gonna show me.
If you show me your legs, I’ll show you anything you want to see!
This is so cool, I get to poke Geobabe in 7 different places. The only question now is where to start…
Sorry, but I noticed a few glaring inaccuracies in your post that I felt compelled to re-edit. I’m quite certain the above quote is more factual, and hopefully doesn’t understate the truth too badly.
Just so long as you don’t poke me in the eye (ow!).
Tygr, tygr, burning bright,
Such a lovely, welcome sight,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy beauteous symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When thy heart began to beat,
What careful hand forged thee so sweet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What tender grasp
Dared its tender visage clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tygr, tygr, burning bright,
Such a lovely, welcome sight,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy beauteous symmetry?
[sub] My thanks / apologies to William Blake [/sub]
No eyes, but one of my choices was in that general area of the body, only a little lower.
Thy shining eyes
all that inspire.
Thy gentle hands
all the frame requir’d.
The distant deeps
thine eyes possess.
O, were wings and fire
By thy hands caress’d.
Thy beauty great
this heart doth twist.
Thy soothing hands
by these lips kiss’d.
'Twas in the furnace
of passion’s fire.
Thy tender grasp
this heart’s desire.
Thine own fair countenance
made yon stars weep.
But He smiles on thee
of kindness deep.
Thy shining eyes
drive on desire.
Thy soft, soft hands
all the frame requir’d.
Gosh, Jomo Mojo, that was a great poem you did, and I’m quite flattered you dedicated your 2000th post to me. You’re quite the poet. How’s this for a reply?
My wordsmith, hold out your cup,
And I’ll fill it up.
Though, I’ve been lookin’ at my watch,
And I swear I’ve YET to get some Scotch.
[giggle]
Guess I’ll have to quench my thirst
On those ecstatic hymns that from your lips burst
And kiss your kundalini so well versed.
My wine is sweet sure
And potent enough to lure
Those seeking inspiration
On the mysteries of creation.
Take care. Don’t drink too fast.
After the first sip, you’ll want that drink to last!
After the second sip, you’ll feel a chill,
See stars, and start to lose your will.
And when you start to shiver and shake
Then will I my hair from its pins take,
And wrap it around you to keep you warm,
And again you’ll sip to ward off harm.
Then will you begin to burn and sweat
Reeling in my cosmic Tantric net.
Geobabe, your poor, poor nose!