The Beat Making My Diesels Sweat

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The beat making my Diesels sweat
This is beyond my usual scene
Usually I can’t dance without regret
Needing a lot more alcohol & caffeine

Glow sticks & the whole lot to lampoon
I can’t live life with digitized crap
Moving my body like an analog buffoon
I need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lap

I spy one in my dizzied & frazzled state
I could definitely make her my new habit
She’s smiling at my attempt to communicate
My God, I see curves like Jessica Rabbit

I shake my head allowing reality to seep
Good fortune has shined down in this nightlife culture
I straighten my clothes; thinking ‘don’t be a creep’
& I flash the Cheshire grin of a hungry vulture

The Warmth Of A January Day

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The warmth of a January day
A bright golden sun to start the year
Taking off clothes when its cold everywhere else
Mercury doesn’t cause a Floridian any fear
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Time to take stock of what might be
Refreshing breaths while we can clearly see

What Could Be More Perfect

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What could be more perfect
A night with my hands on your hips
Never letting go of your beautiful sight
Except when I lean in to kiss your lips

A sweet tune to dance upon
Losing clothes with each bottle we drink
Our eyes smiling within true love
My hearts still skips when I catch your wink

Waiting For Lightning To Strike

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Waiting for lightning to strike
Within these summer storms
I’ve found a good woman
Her love keeps me nice & warm

No need to venture out there
For then we’d need to find clothes
I’m content right where I am
Watching everything from my bedroom windows

Relaxing In My Hammock

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Relaxing in my hammock
Feeling the gentle breeze
Trying to close my eyes
But visions of her tease

My head starts churning
My heart begins to race
Need to stick the landing
Without falling on my face

Along the way in
I’m shedding all my clothes
By her sly smile
My beautiful woman already knows

Blue Skies Are Returning

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Blue skies are returning
We’re running headlong into Spring
Shake out all these Winter cobwebs
Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing

The flowers are returning to the earth
Seasons change and its turning warm
Let’s smile as we head outside
Time to stretch out your glorious form

Your dress looks lovely upon your skin
Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes
Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness
A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows

My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate
I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave
We’re in need of getting into the fresh air
To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave

I’ll Send You Love Notes



I’ll send you love notes throughout the day

Explaining how much you mean to me

Instructions for the coming nightfall

Details & negotiations for once you’re free

We need to get rid of all the day’s stress

Let us forget about tomorrow’s obligations

I’ll start by removing my clothes first

It’ll be a beginning to your eventual inspiration