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Feeling the soft, thick cotton
Upon my firm foundation This bottom is solid Do not be fooled by the twinkle in my eye Like this: Like Loading...
A naked woman upon the figurehead
Standing proud in the breeze Calling to the Sirens & wenches Knowing the truth of these seas Her beauty remaining firm & intact The ship around her orange with rust The sailors with splinters in their palms For she has a wooden bust Like this: Like Loading...
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Isolated on foreign shores since then Surrounded by predators Judgement & leers by creepy men Can only do her best to survive Keeping quiet in their midst Don’t want to provoke the beast Won’t fade to obscurity she insists It’s complicated to remain equal These days one must be agile She keeps them at bay with a grin While remaining firm but not fragile
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In spite of all the adoring eyes Propped firmly on the pedestal A solitary witness when lust dies
She’s been up there in isolation
The heroine of the bell tower A slight teeter in her stance Still defying gravity on the hour
Her alabaster skin shines at night
A chance to quietly & decidedly atone The decadence of her marble bust Fingerprints on her heart of stone
Another teary-eyed princess
With a vintage, tarnished crown Yet, I cannot stop worshipping her For who’ll catch us, when we all fall down
But from this distance
I cannot properly love her Like this: Like Loading...
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I can still make mature women blush
Knowing the proper placement of words Using my tongue to enunciate firmly The rhythm of recitement, she slowly purred
The fertile experience of rapturous joy
Pause a moment, so she won’t catch her death Letting her pulse settle to reasonable levels Returning to the living, joy in each & every breath
The bold blonde with big, bouncy curls
Much-maligned missionary souls Falling in love was always my fatal flaw Especially once I’ve relinquished control
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It was a one-eyed kind of morn
With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy
Slight images of a lovely form
Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain
Racking my skull for a proper memory
Writing down every & each detail Compiling a list to rediscover I’m trying to think, but it’s to no avail
A faceless gown with affectionate gloves
Somehow my mind is able to recall Cognitive fragments begin to linger Clouded out by last night’s alcohol
Scenes slowly begin to return
I believe we’re out on the dance floor An embrace of smoldering desire Yet I couldn’t figure out any more
Scraps of notes spread before me
No identity to place upon the truth Scant reason to be shy in my search Basking in honesty of my lapsed youth
Cobwebs have been sparsely lifted
Won’t think of her in the past tense Her ghostly touch encourages me yet We shall meet again, I firmly sense
To hold her with determined spirit
Seems fantastical at this sad rate Yet she’s left fingerprints upon me Remaining until I succumb to my fate Like this: Like Loading...
I’m being teased by the soft pink
Visions held by my fragile mind
Beauty only holds a certain firm
Your words delve until I find
I am strong enough to last
Though you tighten the noose
You know the subtle power
Let us declare a proper truce Like this: Like Loading...
Get those hands out of your pockets
& love someone
Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand
Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun
& she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand
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I’m not feeling strong these days
With my soul in traction
Weakness seems to manifest itself
Sustaining a chain reaction
I’m not feeling invincible anymore
With my heart on the gallows block
Life can crush your spirit
While we’re busy serving the clock
I’m not feeling perfect, quite honestly
But I know there’s toughness somewhere
Upon a solid foundation I shall rise
With a firm grip on love & a fist in the air Like this: Like Loading...
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Speak up, stand up; announce to the world
Spread the news of truth’s availability
Don’t be shy; we’re all in this together
Easy now, no need to hate on my virility
I honestly distrust anything popular or sacred
Passing them by & allow them to hide
I have to figure it out 20 years later
Force-filtered through life & time & tide
Opposing magnetic poles claiming Orwell
Both deluding themselves he’s their saint
But he was human & all the related flaws
His divinity seems a little too quaint
We need people with a firm, decisive choice
No interest in your ineffectual, intellectual porn
There’s no time for pussyfooting around
We must find the truth & feed it to the bullhorn Like this: Like Loading...
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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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Watching you from a distance
Your nylons making me squirm Trying to find the right position Pants uncomfortable when I’m firm
I can’t look away from you
Don’t tell me to be more mature My mind starts wandering & you’re my favorite provocateur Like this: Like Loading...
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Securely sheltered in your castle
He makes sure you’re secluded Always firmly safe from all harm Obviously he’s benignly deluded
The loneliness still quietly invades
The walls upward of 10 feet high Locks, bolts & your skeleton keys Helpless against memories of a guy
Your suburban paradise glitters
But you’d rather be alive instead Perfection laid at your feet, but The punk of your youth isn’t dead Like this: Like Loading...
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Life rocks us silently
Rising & falling with the boat Visions held most dear Within these stories I wrote Removed my choice of reality But here I’ll take my stand Firm between the swells With gentle reminders of Neverland Like this: Like Loading...
I lean in close
Brushing your hair over an ear
Whispering how I want you
To me, it’s startlingly clear
You blush & push me away
But I remain firmly by your side
For I am happiest here
My stunning, beautiful bride Like this: Like Loading...
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Aviation exhaust & diesel fumes
Hands, face & soul; covered in grime Expectations placed firmly I’ll relax when we have the time Wandering this lonely vessel Before passageway lights go red Slowly searching these oceans When I’d rather be with you instead Like this: Like Loading...