Catching Her Skirt In The Wind

Catching her skirt in the windWeathering this day nonethelessHair whipping across her faceFlustered; such a beautiful mess A chilly day among the HighlandsHer tartan blowing in the breezeThe magic of something almost seenMy mind caught up in nature’s tease

Wash Away My Sins

  Wash away my sins Lightning striking us twice Coming summer rain (soft & light) That lovely woman – cold as ice Yet I head for her still Not one to be dissuaded She’ll warm to my charms When I leave her hair unbraided      

This Head Won’t Be Controlled

This head won’t be controlled There’s no way you can tame Wild by its very nature Sweet by any other name Don’t judge me, lady Savage, feral & barbaric for sure My words might be, but my Hair’s anything but demure

The Winter Is Too Warm

The winter is too warm But it’s too cold for tanlines The beach not quite deserted But I think that’s just fine I could use some freedom But you’d just call that semantics Splitting hairs when I’d rather Be engaging you in some bedroom antics You’d blush and slap my cheek But that’s mere foreplayContinue reading “The Winter Is Too Warm”

Saddle Up To The Counter

Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never lettingContinue reading “Saddle Up To The Counter”

Sometimes I’m An Awkward Lover

Sometimes I’m an awkward loverI try to slap your ass & pull your hairBut I don’t always have confidenceBut I’m doing my very best down thereBut I can promise you one thing, dearI will love you and only you forevermoreI may be a gentleman at public eventsBut I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors

Searching Cavernous Souls

Searching cavernous souls Racking what I might believe Splitting hairs of fragrant Ideas wandering down my sleeve But I’m not more righteous Than the boys down on the beat I’m flawed, sensitive – prone to anger Stuck in a commuting rut; weakly on repeat There’s quiet secret I might contain Love & passion bubbling justContinue reading “Searching Cavernous Souls”