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Wet Sunday mornings
Grass still damp from the rain Fresh air still cool to the touch Rising without a hint of pain
Voluptuary visions upon a treasured bond
Hoping we might become bosom buddies Remotely fond of the Bon Vivant’s taste When I proposed to you in the study
My parochial quips; unacceptable in polite society
Profane & unprintable odes to her formidable posterior Writing what catches my mind’s eye I can’t help it if my motives might be ulterior
Vice & folly are complimentary rectitudes
But please stop staring at the lady’s chest There’s only so much to explain away & no one cares the origin of your Preppy crest
Tell me what constitutes good head
With my mind clinging to her curves These dreams; had their own Silicone Valley Yet, when she speaks I’m a pile of nerves
Boxing Day is the day for cunninglingus
Cauliflower ear from her thighs Witnessing nature’s perfect curvature Nonperishable lust eschews the dandy’s lie
Vanity is fundamentally unstable
Draping you in silks & laces so gaudy New souls full of an easy virtue Just know, how badly I want your bawdy
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She makes my heart beat
The way she coyly flirts She always has my attention When she flips up her skirt
I continuously feast upon her
The world knows I’m rather fond I love her beyond my words The girl with the dirty blonde Like this: Like Loading...
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Trying to overcome an existential crisis
Harking back to those foundational years Emerging out of my own wounded shadow Striving headlong into those ancient fears
Transitionally limping along these days But my injuries aren’t those to be seen Nor the stretch marks upon my soul Yearning for the notion of becoming clean Throughout it all, forever fond of the Blonde Woman, hold me close to your breast Tell me this life is going to be all right That together, entangled; we’ll always be blessed Like this: Like Loading...
You seem to be in an awful temper
I didn’t mean to ruffle your petticoat Just trying to assuage discomfort Ma’am, I must return to the boat Incidents may have occurred Darkness cloaks many a stumble I bid you remember me fondly For you leave me broken & humble Like this: Like Loading...