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Let’s normalize matrons flashing
I fancy the unexpected & a little brash She gets my eyes swirling & I’m lightheaded Fully transfixed; my heart’s going to crash
I can’t help but stare at her dancer’s legs
My eyes keep placing them in second position The way they move without effort My pulse quickens; a love in transition
To the glee of an unsuspecting audience
The mesmerized & enchanted crowd Now forever willing to do her bidding She winked at me & couldn’t be more proud
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Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal
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My fetish is powerful women
Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself
Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch
Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely
While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no?
When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean Like this: Like Loading...
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The world is burning around us
So much hate & confusion in the crowd Misdirection & a body of lies Truth has no relation to just how loud Don’t know if you can trust anyone these days But I refuse to remain ignorant anymore Shutting out all their aggressions Returning to peace with the click of my door Like this: Like Loading...
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Avoiding those trendy spots
It’s just never been my style I’m a bit more low key than that No sense in unnecessary trials Crowds are wildly irrational I have no desire to submit myself Let me recoil from this society Contentment in solitude is my true wealth Like this: Like Loading...
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Having tea upon a Union Jack rug
She sang, “Get Off Of My Cloud”
Man, this is a trippy scene
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