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Dowager Queen dressed like a nun
Looking for courtesies in murky nights
Whispering to me “this is gonna be fun”
Shadows dance in tranquil candlelight
I’m all in as she shucks her brassiere
Mixing metaphors with her gin
Titillated whenever she comes near
Pulling lace away from her original sin
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You have your notions of me
Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion
Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow
Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within
Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm
Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile
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She’s not hurting anyone
What’s your inherent need to control Let her be to live her life free Treating her like there’s no sovereign soul
She’s young, trying to have fun
Release her from your archaic notions You fear unbridled joy & autonomy Unable to handle her natural range of emotion
Time to hand the world over to the youth
No need to continue your attempts to entrance We had our time & we failed miserably With their fresh blood, we might have a chance Like this: Like Loading...
Working on this beach bod
Lived my whole life up in my head
Trying to become something lovable
Society left me mostly ignored instead
Attempts to create an unique existence
Purging the dreadful; want something more
An authentic soul bent on sincerity
Giving you my all, but you’d rather have Thor
I can’t be anything that I’m not
I’m lifting weight, going for a run
Never listen to what a fool transcends
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Life doesn’t have to be difficult
It’s not easy or perfect or always fun Often times we must merely survive It’s all a cycle – a promise of a rising sun
Keep vigilant & maintain the good fight
Anything is possible when you have hope Let us go into battle hand in hand But first – a quickie would really help me cope Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m not rich, cool or really any fun
But I’m honest – a Valentine not stamped Made in China I’ll forever shout “You’re my only one!” I want to get you naked & kiss your – lovely lips Like this: Like Loading...
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Leaning against the doorframe
Draped in my best dress shirt I see you’re in for fun & games Already cleaned of the day’s dirt
You tease me with a wink
For your essence, I’m a glutton Every moment my willpower shrinks As I watch you finger the last button Like this: Like Loading...
A recovering misogynist
A self-proclaimed one Terribly stupid in my youth Thought it was kinda fun Then I fell for a pretty girl & sired 3 daughters to boot Internal character challenged Forever altered to my roots Like this: Like Loading...