Locked Behind The Chauffeur’s Key

Locked behind the chauffeur’s keyI know you love me, but can’t admitThoughts trampled itinerant wordsYou’re unfocused & ashamed by it I don’t have any sex that sellsThat’s not an option for guys like meThe car’s musty & you’ve lost the scent& you’re looking for a way to break free

A Dancing, Twirling Girl

A dancing, twirling girlCaught up in the bedglowFree from the concernsA proper lady to surely knowChamber chorus versus JazzShe couldn’t guess where I’d beThat’s what kept us apartImprovisational styles she couldn’t seeCocktails in the early afternoonShe liked her whiskey neatA traditional, proper beautyBut couldn’t meet when it came to the sheetsStriking poses within silhouettesAdmittedly swooningContinue reading “A Dancing, Twirling Girl”

I Love What’s Feminine

I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed To seek out joy &Continue reading “I Love What’s Feminine”

I’m Pounding These Keys

I’m pounding these keysTrying to create a landmarkSomething to last through timeA rhyme to set off a sudden sparkI’m vain in ways I won’t admitA schedule of words upon the pageFormulas/equations for me to disconnectMemories for after I’ve withered into age

Picking Up My Girl Along The Way

Picking up my girl along the way A short enough skirt that’ll surely tease Soft tones upon the extinguished day Wine & song that I might forever please Snapping fingers & popping buttons Ample latitude that I might play her fool Admittedly; for her touch I’m a glutton My own words reveal me to stillContinue reading “Picking Up My Girl Along The Way”

You Don’t Want To Admit

You don’t want to admitThat you possibly have some feelsThe epic curve of your bosomHeaving with a thought that I’ll stealYour subtle plaid skirt laid out nicelyLegs tucked behind your shapely derriereForever might be nice if you acceptTogether we meld into a love extraordinaire

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe intoContinue reading “The John Wayne Type”