Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in my

Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress

Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradise

Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki

Frayed cuff on antique khakiKnowing thy state of dressI wasn’t as dapper as she was used toHoping she wouldn’t think any less He wasn’t any better than a prigHer dance card drawing sideways looksQuietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue& the way we shared our crooked books Shaking the dust off our neglected spinesCertain steps lead

Transfiguring Lips Into Fabergé Petals

Transfiguring lips into Fabergé petals Feeling decadent painting the night sky Let us rejoice with our illustrious words Palpitating deliberately when bliss is nigh These fanciful & bountiful thoughts of yonder Possibly plentiful but not quite enough for us Imaginative; creating a softer substantial side We’re most serene when we’re a bit mussed

Finding The Sunshine

Finding the sunshineFeeling the glorious heatRemembering the timeOur lonely lips did meetSaving me from despairA slow march to the seaLoosening of our tonguesAnother chance to be freeGetting our bodies outsideA good stretch in open airI love your everything, butYou’re best when you’re bare

The Curtains Rose Gently

The curtains rose gently Caught in the morning breeze An undisputed beauty My heart soaring above the trees Our feet sore from the dancing Closest to perfection I ever saw All the while her lips were sealed & she was hiding secrets in her bra

I Just Want To Love You

I just want to love you With no drama or distractions I want to focus on your desires Us; & our primal interactions I’ll write of our epic romance How my forever feels on your lips But until we can touch again With anticipation you’ll drip

Tracing These Feelings Back

Tracing these feelings backWondering where you began to careWhy did you lose your resolve& fall in love in the summer’s glareA palm grove as a backdropKissing quietly behind the reedsFeeling more than you had expectedUnsure of the coming needsLayers of sand now everywhereBreeze feeling cool upon your bare hipsHopeful surprises found refreshingNothing less than passion

I’m Not Your Reluctant Hero

  I’m not your reluctant heroI’m nothing along those linesDon’t think so highly of a foolWith your lips crumbling into your winePlease don’t raise me up to be muchI’m not what you see with your eyesA figment of an imagination’s dreamI’m lost within these warm Florida skies

Perfection Laid Out On Satin Sheets

Perfection laid out on satin sheets Beauty dripping away piece by piece Every dream slipped right through Life & loss masked by laughing creases He said you were everything he desired Burning deep in his soul, but you refused Moving too fast to stop & notice him Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused

I Just Want To Love You

    I just want to love youWith no drama or distractionsI want to focus on your desiresUs; & our primal interactionsI’ll write of our epic romanceHow my forever feels on your lipsBut until we can touch againWith anticipation you’ll drip Image by joelleboente from Pixabay 

Hands Out Of Your Pockets

  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   Image by adamkontor from Pixabay

Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail

  Red lipstick & a tight ponytail The pretty piano player; a punk rockette The domestic goddess with a need to be clean Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws But she’ll only accept the light’s soft

I’m Not Rich

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