Her Scent

  My sweatshirt still lingers with her scentPondering what all the flirting meantRemembering the clouds glowing from the lightsSitting on the hood, enjoying her company that nightI can still see her –  with her long blonde hairShe looked so beautiful standing out there

Ocean Force Winds

Crisp ocean force winds Gentle fresh citrus scent Lost upon the eternal sea Forgot where beauty went A treatise of delicate love Evidence of a ghost Smile your sweet smile I’ve left for the coast Sound of muted voices She’s a little too cute Allowing no more secrets Down through my roots

My Love Is Uncompromising

  My love is uncompromising I want you & only you For the rest of my life Making our dreams come true   Image by Andry Richardson from Pixabay

Chloe Thurlow

  “Eating the peach is a meditation. Your mind empties of all the must dos and should have dones. You are pure being. Your lover’s tongue is the key that turns the lock that opens the pleasure box. Life has few perfect moments; moments of cunnilingus score the highest on the sex blissometer.”― Chloe Thurlow,

There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

Looking For A Tepid Note

Looking for a tepid note Passion hinted in the scrawl Something lost that night When we last lovingly balled One eye never shuts now Always searching for you No dreams to rile or navigate I’m wandering without a clue

Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall never

Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek Sitting high on a lifeguard shack Nighttime cloaked down upon us Words in darkness never taken back Ocean waves break the silence tonight Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise Isolation not what you thought it’d be Tearing out your incessant broken eyes Midnight sounds to be held on tight

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPale

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

  A wink from her to get my heart a-revving Her pink negligee hanging below her knee Soft skin turns into hardened intentions The promise of a night of debauchery A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom Visions of adulation thoroughly taut I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency A fine suited man removing a

I Don’t Have An Accent

I don’t have an accentI don’t have millions in the bankYet, you find my words delightfulI’m flattered & furiously thank

Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

  I’m just trying to live my life Extending some gratitude along the way Showing the people how I can love For we never know when it’ll be our last day I don’t always wake up with a smile But it’s always easier if I somehow do Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass Together

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

She’s shakin’ those hips Drivin’ me wild with thirst If I try to tag along My mind’ll surly burst Please loosen my tie Could I have a slug of wine If I close my eyes Could she ever be mine It’s a delicate inferno Blazin’ through the night I find myself dry Only she’s in

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinking

Burdened By The Oppressive Nature Of The Living

Burdened by the oppressive nature of the livingYet a smile can be substantially subversiveRising higher than even our expectationsFor when we love, we love in cursive

Excuse Me, Miss

Excuse me, Miss I need help between the books You look down your glasses at me Don’t worry about their errant looks You’re dressed mighty nice I think it’s by the back shelves It seems I’ve gotten us lost Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves I pull you in close A hand sneaks under

Walk With Me, Sweet Lady

Walk with me, sweet lady I want to know your darkest days Let us share everything we can Talk to me – I know you’ll amaze I have a belief in us – together No dream will be too extreme Life to be the ultimate adventure Gripping our experiences by the seams Image by pasja1000

Don’t Rush Me, Woman

  Don’t rush me, Woman I’m making sure you’re real The invigorating magic Of the slow reveal   Image by Juergen_G from Pixabay

How Could I Not Be Happy?

  How could I not be happy With this fine woman by my side Always standing on the dock Waiting for me to return with the tide

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

You Don’t Know Me

  You don’t know me But I sail for you Hoping that the wind Will once again be true Your eyes so lovely A perfect match Though forgive me Hiding behind the eyepatch

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 foreplay

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove some

Headed Downtown For The Literary Type

Headed downtown for the literary typeSearching for the scribes of our weary dayTo heal my heart with words that matterI’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way Falling stars may not mean much to youBut I’m here without any expectation or hopeWhere do we find our reasons for loveEven we can kill our dreams,

Empty Wine Bottles Clink; Devoid Of All Inspiration

Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration But that’s not the way you remembered they bled Choosing the perfect wording for posterity A trembling shadow of what the poets once said We once set out to create a fresh universe But that’s not the way I can any longer think Falling in love with

A Recovering Misogynist

A recovering misogynistA self-proclaimed oneTerribly stupid in my youthThought it was kinda funThen I fell for a pretty girl& sired 3 daughters to bootInternal character challengedForever altered to my roots

Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

Reading dog eared love lettersSmelling of her French perfumeLonging to be with her againClinging to memories, I consumeThe candlelight quietly fadingThe only sound is my pen’s scratchScribbling missives & shantiesAcknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

Watching Them March You Down The Hall

Watching them march you down the hallEmpty auditoriums to drown out your wordsWriting out rants my mouth will never reciteThe world run not by the cool but angry nerds Step away and log out of their data systemsWe’ll send out love & peace in serial formNever trusted anyone with such confidenceWe’ll burn their egos to

Wandering In The Forest

Wandering in the forest without a notionWith my lovely bride by my sideLooking up at the wonders of natureBetween the trees there’s no room to hide Finding seasons we don’t know at homeRain, snow & all other forms of emotionTransparent dreams offer no resistanceTreasures washed away by the errant ocean

For The Love Of A Rambunctious Woman

For the love of a rambunctious womanBeauty is all around us, if you know where to lookWe were always the weirder ones, knowing-Experience has more wisdom than your dehydrated books

thinking nostalgic thoughts

thinking nostalgic thoughtson an empty stomachrediscovering grunge tunesstuck at home in a pandemicremembering the pain of high schoolcouldn’t fit in anywherereliving dark momentswhere it could’ve endedremembering lost loves& how warm they made you feelbut you know it wasn’t realleaving you cold & aloneabandoned until life truly began.

I Want To Know The Secrets

I want to know the secretsThe ones you have buried deep withinI want you to whisper your loveKiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin Running away from sunsets & goodbyesFeeling the lead of stained windowpanesThese houses don’t hold strained memoriesWashed away in the softening of Winter’s rain I’m freely exposed in these dimmer

The Love Of A Bygone Era

The love of a bygone era Doing our best to not die of boredom or neglect Creating light to lead others from the darkness Distant theories to remedy our ailments, I suspect

Textured Mornings

Textured mornings Sitting around waiting on the French press Remnants of dreams & pleas Filtered through a truncated dress Beneath lies details Of scattered lace & bows But in the end, emotion far outweighs my prose

Don’t Love Me Because I’m Beautiful

Don’t love me because I’m beautiful Love me in spite of the darkness of my soul’s shade I’m trying to outlast the setting sun To still be relevant after your attention begins to fade

Our Nakedness Is Best

Our nakedness is best Embracing the natural glory of bridal lust Silken sheets draped over vulnerable flesh Nothing more generous than her copious bust Searching for each other in the dark Feeling the nerves of the unnamed Blamed for objectification of beauty Obscured by passion of the untamed Invoking the obstacle to love Falling voiceless

Faith In A Baby Child

I put my faith in a baby child & He will lead me I will follow in His path Being shown what I need to see I give Him my whole life I will seek His truth In my soul He does dwell Guiding me through days of youth His love will lift me up

Evading Their Ongoing Tragedies

Evading their ongoing tragediesForty summers spent down in the dirtWithstanding the weight of apocalypseEmerging; though slightly less overtBlast furnace of the afternoon sunDali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shoresPale riders within unabsorbed lightEmbracing purity through perception’s doorsThe paint of our secret love notesBut can only be read through the keyholeShying away from all public renditionsHer passionate

Sheets & Reams Of The Nonsensical

Sheets & reams of the nonsensicalLiterary blood lost in the shadow of inkThe lifeforce of a simmering soulMarginal hearts writing love against the kitchen sinkLeaving behind the caricature of an artistContributions to society felt in these empty sheetsFingersmudges marking pages not so whiteStarkly exposed with revolutionary words in the streetsTraces of hereditary ideals eroding awayIgniting

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

Oh, How I Want To Be Your Loofah

Oh, how I want to be your loofahI want to get into your nooks & cranniesI’m gonna love you forever, WomanC’mere, let me grab ahold of that fanny

Those Matchbox Fantasies

Those matchbox fantasiesGunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dotsShe placed a stiletto on her wooden legCharacter assassination plots go all for naughtUnassuming by way of distractionShe’s hiding a switchblade under that dressShe’s dangerous down to her coreA beautiful woman – you don’t want to messBeware of their corrosive accoladesThere’s no exoneration in the line

No Matter How Bad The Day Is

No matter how bad the day isI’m always going to be here for youThe world will seek to destroy& They’re going to want to kill me tooAs long as we stand togetherWe’ll repel horrors too evil to describeOur love linked arm in armDrowning out their heinous diatribe

I Trace Your Lips

I trace your lips with my fingerSuch pouty perfection in this faceI want to devour you right hereBut in public is not the proper placeSo I whisper one word: “tonight”& let you think upon that all dayYou’ll stew & simmer & imagineHow all this love will be conveyed

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Feeding Page After Page Into The Typewriter

Feeding page after page into the typewriterI feel like a Saint from a forgotten realmThey could really write back thenKeeping an even keel with one hand on the helmI’m not the pirate you bargained forSimple words of varying degreesI write of the love you’ve desiredBut when I only smile, you call me a tease

I Want The World To Be Beautiful

I want the world to be beautifulSo, be confident in your walkI’m forever grateful you exist& I love the sass in your talkYou may not always feel itMight not always be your bestThat’s when you come to me& I’ll put your mind at rest

Let Us Focus On Love

Let us focus on loveExpel their notions of hateI won’t let them affect meI’ll set the standards for my fateThis life won’t last foreverThe glories in Heaven surely awaitBut for now, I’m going to be compassionateTo take care of the people – HOPE we’ll create

Down By Where The River Meets The Sea

Down by where the river meets the sea If you go missing me, that’s where I’ll be Kicking stones, pondering this existence The sun rises yet again at love’s insistence

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

  I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system I don’t care if kindness

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale

This Pirate is an old wives’ talePassed on by sorority sisters these daysMythical pleasure & infatuation –Fluttering love; let them count the waysWorld renowned for his nautical exploitsBut it’s not true they were all naughtyLegends told of a bad boy untrue, forThat infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

She’s Strolling Down The Sidewalk

She’s strolling down the sidewalkStepping on these crunchy leavesThe smell of fireplaces reassuresAutumn has come to finally relieveA heartening smile crosses her lipsNot knowing if life could be betterAs I approach, I take her in my armsMy love looks amazing in her sweater

Forevermore Villanelle

It’s not too much to ask for Cold chilling to our bones When we’re together forevermore Wrap yourself tightly, I implore Through love, we must atone It’s not too much to ask for Briskness recalls days of yore Nostalgia to which we’re prone When we’re together forevermore Battered ships upon the same shore Knowing we’re

Sitting At The Windowsill

Sitting at the windowsillFingers stained by my inkFace red & tranquilly humbledCold & tumbled; too frozen to thinkThe nights are dropping tempsI’ll need to do everything to keep warmThough I’m unwrapping each layerEagerly embracing your gracious formLife is a fine chance to love youTrading kisses as I adjust your weary crownTelling stories of our younger

Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing

    Sheep in wolves’ clothing Alone in the natural spirals A delicate peace teetering In a time when hate’s gone viral A profound wilderness With the Shepherd long forsaken Truth & reason at risk With Faith’s foundations shaken Does compassion still exist Love faltering/dreams now monochrome The Devil removing his mask Once he’s comfortably

Ye Judgement

Ye judgementComes at such a wearying priceI cannot compete with your mindYou imagine a crumbling paradiseI need to be out among my ownWith those special little creaturesCharacters thriving in my thoughtsMagic & love are seducing features

Love Letters To Myself

Love letters to myselfA hug written upon a notecardScribbles for no one elseSometimes life is just too hardTaking moment away from the herdBreak off from all that I knowLosing myself in nature’s gloryWords can slow the overflowBreathe – just letting it happenSoon, I’ll be able to take some moreReflecting my small truthsIt’s easier to recover

I Like Candles With The Best Of Them

I like candles with the best of themSoothing music is always a good startDim the lights for a softer moodThat perfume always quickens my heartTake me in your arms tonightWhisper every detail of your plansLet me watch you move & swayNotice how much I love being your man

Guiding Honor Of The Fallen

Guiding honor of the fallenValkyries of the nightWith ragged & rugged wingsTaking to unheralded flight They’ve had their warsThey returned, albeit brokenSurviving the tragic gameInternalizing words not spoken Silenced trumpets by the sideUndying love of those who protectCan’t fathom the burdens they carry& for everything, you have my respect

Spilling My Martini

I’m spilling my martini Like a drunken lout Don’t judge me, lady Know not what I’m about Merely seeing my words You only know what I tell I’ve never revealed scars Or invited you to my hell 

Awake Early In The Naked, Teal Morning

Awake early in the naked, teal morning Still wet from dancing in the rain My subconscious kissing her femininity But the memories remain love-stained Her fingers gripping my shoulders Our souls constantly trying to absorb Soft, low moans quietly evident I’m enchanted by her fleshy orbs We’re exposed in the light of dawn A realness

I Poured You Copious Amounts Of Wine

I poured you copious amounts of wineFrank was singing ‘The Lady Is A Tramp’We danced until you went home on the trainYour dreams ended up being quite damp

I Still See You When I Sleep

I still see you when I sleep Heroine of my iridescent dreams Basking in the rays of moonlight Proving love exists between the seams Marching forward into my mind Catching lightning in a crystal ball I am consumed by your beauty Together we tumble, one for all

Please Tell Me A Story

Please tell me a story Give me a reason to smile Distract me from this distress & forget these damn trials One day, these will be a memory A nightmare of us being apart But until that blissful moment I’d love something from the heart

It’s A Special Moment

It’s a special moment When I can hold you near Taking your hands in mine Comforting you from fear I can only give you me I hope that’ll be your desire My soul listening to yours Dancing until love transpires

Answers Lurking In The Shadows

Answers lurking in the shadowsThough sometimes never foundWe may have loved & lost& our hearts forced undergroundThere is always some eternal truthTraipsing back from your forgotten youth

I’ve Been Thinking About You

I’ve been thinking about you Draped in straps & buckles that push Silks, lace & any cloth at all Stretching thin across your tush The day has been long & tiring & your love is exactly what I need Let my eyes devour every curve No promise to be gentle in my greed

It’s The Littlest Things In Life

It’s the littlest things in life The way you sleep The way you snore & I know that I’m the only one Who gets to see the traits What I keep loving more & more

Strike Up The Band, Sweet Lady

Strike up the band, Sweet Lady I have the feeling we need to dance Your Southern Charms come calling & I’m feeling I might get my chance I’ll compliment your lovely gown & whisper all my devious thoughts At the sight of your enticing blush My nipples grow a little more taut

Wanting To Dance Naked

Wanting to dance naked Instinctively wanting to go down Perfection within moonlight Wearing her like a crown Hearing her voice serenade She’s what dreams are made of Drifting off to Neverland Knowing how Southern girls love

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

Setting Down The Glass

Setting down the glassSaying excuse me, dearWanting to focusMaking sure what I hearEach word consideredLooking deep into your faceBut I forget them allWhen you’re only wearing lace

Don’t Tell Them The Bad Things

Don’t tell them the bad thingsFor they’ll never understandUnfair portraits of emotionFeeling adrift & wholly damnedHopelessness internalizedIt is a matter for us to resolveInto the trenches to surviveWith only love to absolve

Sometimes I Don’t Want To Love You

Sometimes I don’t want to love youBut I know there’s no real choiceMy heart longs for your touchYour kisses give my soul a voiceSometimes you don’t make it easyBut we always make it throughThis world is a beautiful placeMuch better since I share it with you

I Want To Figure Out The Words

I want to figure out the words That will decrypt certain feelings Causing an insatiable thirst Finding me irresistible & your mind reeling I want you to grasp my intent & share the secrets of the codex Together; living united toward purpose Each day, locked into our fervid sex

I Just Want You To Love Me Enough

I just want you to love me enough To be impressed by these words I write To be flattered & thoroughly aroused Granting us a bacchanalian night I just want you to love me profusely Passionately; all the years through To be by my side until the Pearly Gates For that’s how I feel about

True Love

But how can you be sure? This is true love-you think this happens every day? -The Princess Bride, William Goldman

Life Should Have More Dancing

Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her

I May Not Be Amazing

I may not be amazing& maybe never wasYou may not love meBut I know someone who does

I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea

You Have Your Notions Of Me

You have your notions of meWhether it’s my rugged good looksOr I’m a notorious scalawagThough, I’m neither a hero nor a crook I’m not a man of much persuasionNor am I a wild west outlawI choose to wear the eyepatchBut I’m more of a gentleman with flaws I write fast & love slowWithout a care

I Want To Run Away & Join The Circus

I want to run away & join the circusTo be done with this life at seaTo kiss the ground she walks onSolid foundations forever under meScribbling love notes to my ladyCreating a new world of literary lustA positive existence springing forthMy happiness nestled within her bust

Riding The Cooler Winds Back East

  Riding the cooler winds back east Someday my simple dreams will prevail Spent too many nights frozen & cold Once again lost, I know he’s on my trail Speak to me, for I’ll know if you tell the truth Look at me, so I’ll know we’ll make it through This soul damaged in these

Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn

Where is my absurd little coffee this mornClaiming to be something or otherI rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyesNever forget the dreams they try to smotherMy gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefullyOur love burnt brightly into a passionate fireI stretch my legs & smile at a job well doneShe’ll slumber for a while, for

Green Mermaid Lady

Green mermaid ladyI’m still in love with youAlways been good to meMy affections are overdueDimly lit stages for hireWriting out these feelingsJittered & confused tonightStaggered & now kneelingInspiration to keep on goingConfidence in my finer wordsBlocked out memories pastForgetting what was heardKnow where you want to beSo I’ve come back to youCapitalism be damned!Pour me

Calico Woman Came Calling To Me

  Calico woman came calling to me Hushed words within a poised stance Lingering, but pale stars falling Returned with dislocated underpants Thinning with ulterior motives Never forgot her hocus-pocus An underlying pain feeding through Life left when love slips from focus

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’ll Send You Love Notes

 I’ll send you love notes throughout the day Explaining how much you mean to me Instructions for the coming nightfall Details & negotiations for once you’re free We need to get rid of all the day’s stress Let us forget about tomorrow’s obligations I’ll start by removing my clothes first It’ll be a beginning

Summer Girls/Winter Women

Summer girls/winter womenRefreshing my sullen mindTaste of joyous inspirationLove heightened upon rewindBasking in the light of sunshineEnergized by glorious visionsThe heat dwells deep withinPassion rising in absolute precision Image by mskathrynne from Pixabay 

She Makes My Heart Beat

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

A Privateer’s Heart

A privateer’s heart & a silver tongueEverything she wanted me to beThis duty upon my shouldersBut a man in love will never be free     Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay

Don’t Love Me Because I’m Beautiful

Don’t love me because I’m beautifulLove me in spite of the darkness of my soul’s shadeI’m trying to outlast the setting sunTo still be relevant after your attention begins to fade

Good Morning, Beautiful

Good morning, Beautiful I’ve brought some coffee to share Bathe me in your deep caresses Make me abandon my laissez faire Intentions have never been pure I exist in complicated ways I believe in healthy love & lust & setting fire to our communiques

I Can Use All The Proper Words

I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowly

It’s Not Too Much

It’s not too much to ask forCold chilling to our bonesWhen we’re together forevermore Wrap yourself tightly, I imploreThrough love, we must atoneIt’s not too much to ask for Briskness recalls days of yoreNostalgia to which we’re proneWhen we’re together forevermore Battered ships upon the same shoreKnowing we’re never aloneIt’s not too much to ask

Hanging Out At A Locals Joint

Hanging out a local’s jointHomegrown & authentically bonafideThe rupture of a coming SummerBasking in the heights of a rising tideThe heartbreak of loving a society girlThough it’s worse when you realizeThat lovely creature never lied Image by Harmony Lawrence from Pixabay

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

I Wish To Feel Her Heart

I wish to feel her heartTo feel every loving beatShe makes me smileEver since we first did meetI wish to touch her heartFor it always gives me hopeA silly grin creases my faceWith my prolonged grope Image by Tino Ehrhardt from Pixabay 

Sitting Above The Town

Sitting above the town Talking low in the neon’s glow Discussing romance & bathtub gin We’re no experts, save what the shadows know Rejecting chemical imbalance theories Sunshine blocked out by the billboards Late afternoon excursions to avoid reality A gentle touch to escape the heinous hordes But the truth cannot be forever skirted Some

The Infinity Of Love

The infinity of loveThe entirety of a single breathOdd footnotes to a shapely eveningAfter kissing the feet of Sister MaryBethThe important ones are those you forgotDistant notes too unbelievable to rememberBut there’s a gravity to these infatuationsStill wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer DecemberOur dreams aren’t always tangible by birthEffort & perseverance required, but

Fancy Dresses & Heels

  I’ve bought you fancy dresses & heelsThose diamonds – symbols I’ll always careI love to see pearls upon your décolletageBut still – a smile is my favorite thing you wear

Sitting Here Dissenting All Forms Of Gov’t

Sitting here dissenting all forms of gov’t Looking for answers in these coffee grounds Uncovering more & more hatred, with less hope These political ovations do nothing but compound Society has gone astray, Jesus take the wheel We’re all being watched by a perched black bird Incoherent shrieks & mumbles of “Nevermore” Universities stacked with

You Don’t Want To Admit

You don’t want to admitThat you possibly have some feelsThe epic curve of your bosomHeaving with a thought that I’ll stealYour subtle plaid skirt laid out nicelyLegs tucked behind your shapely derriereForever might be nice if you acceptTogether we meld into a love extraordinaire

I Liked Her Summer Dress

  I liked her Summer dressA muse’s vulnerability in a pileShe spoke in perfect verseBut I loved best her smile

Seeking Out The Sunshine

  Seeking out the sunshineGrasping at anything brightEchoes from the hauntingHowls from deep in the nightTaking the long way homeAway from all things too muchAvoiding stress & transgressionsTrappings of modernity & suchWe shall find an answerWithin the confines of peaceOur aims are good & trueSeeking out love until the end of life’s lease

I May Not Be Everything

  I may not be everythingBut I’ll always try to beYour lover, friend & accomplicePeter Pan of the high seasMy flaws are mightyThough I’ll forever be trueYou have my word & my heartI’ll always be in love with you

Such A Difference

  Such a differenceIn a button or twoHow you tease meThe way you doMy weary spiritsBegin to riseYou make it hardTo look you in the eyes…

Guiltily In Love

I’m guiltily in love; a mere pawnLaying in these lowly tonesStretched out upon the lawn& feeling fresh here all aloneWhistling a soulful, soft dirgeWith nothing better than thisClosing my eyes & you emergeWith nothing sweeter than a kiss

Broken Umbrellas & Sturdy Desks

Broken umbrellas & sturdy desksMaking no distinctions for the loss of timeSketching out all the possible plotsWillful heartache remains the worst kind of crimePut away your stencils & fountain pensThese days call for someone to be original & boldToss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notionThis world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own moldTea

Hey There, Ballerina

  Hey there, ballerinaGraceful upon your toesA pleasure to viewI’m not as innocent as thoseNeed to kiss that smileAre you always this chipperA wink & a tauntI’m going to destroy that zipper

The Sultan Of Suntan

  The sultan of suntanSmelling like oils & lotionsSand clinging to your soulCleansed by the water’s motionPurged of evaporating dreamsWe can focus on existenceWringing it all outAt love’s steadfast insistenceAll secrets illuminatedNothing remains withinCover of cheap shadesTruth permeates the skin

Not Much I Could Do

Not much I could do She was out of my league Pretty sure she didn’t know My soul filled with intrigue Flashing my humble smile Woman don’t fall in love with wit Transitioning my pride In this world, I appear wholly unfit

Run Away & Join The Circus

I want to run away & join the circusTo be done with this life at seaTo kiss the ground she walks onSolid foundations forever under meScribbling love notes to my ladyCreating a new world of literary lustA positive existence springing forthMy happiness nestled within her bust

Standing Wobbly-Legged

Finding The Energy To Jump Up

  Finding the energy to jump upTo start the day in the sunshineCollecting smiles from fresh faces& always returning to the love that’s minePouring another coffee to revive my soulThe blacker the better; deeper than the seaKnowing secrets which youth will always denyThat happiness is real & it’s forever freeNonsense & miscalculations they always spewFor

We Have Different Moments To Emerge

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It’s A Sparse Paradise These Days

It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn She’s still the poor pretty rich girl Never could get off the same page Repeated struggles to survive Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage Reality is an emotion detached

Her Concept

      Closing my hand around her conceptThe starkness of her blonde aspirationSeeing the truth behind her veilMy ministrations lead to her liberation

My Love Rests Beyond The Ocean

My love rests beyond the ocean Beyond the miles I can’t control The one I need to return to The one whom is intertwined with my soul Marking stitches upon the globe I’m stuck on faraway shores Missing the girl who makes my heart smile Knowing I don’t want to travel anymore The world holds

William Blake

“Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.” William Blake

We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle

  We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies Crashing back to from where it came We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries A fragmented society in this world of hate Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes  But I’m choosing compassion & joy I’d rather

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

The Dispassionate Sunshine Emerges

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Knowing The Bottom Of The Depths

Knowing the bottom of the depthsUntold theories where passion liesEncased all in a delicate French laceThe truth that logic & gravity defies Earthbound creatures can’t be understoodIt’s simply not in our fallible DNAAttempted in conversational tonesBut we’ve lost connection anyway Trying to find a way back to the meaningReason doesn’t apply to moments like thisDisregard

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 

A Cup Of Coffee Sounds Mighty Nice

A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice Talking away hours in the sun Warmth after this long cold winter Experiences overall count as one Coming times to start all over No need to hesitate or soften your walk Forced feelings fall a little short Take time & measure when you talk A friend is a

Gautama Buddha

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” Gautama Buddha

A Woman Of Interest

A woman of interest But she couldn’t comprehend Dismissing my words Like my missives of love could ever end She called me droll & simple But I yearned for her feminine pleasure Astounding all expectation The greatest of my Pirate treasure Beyond all your common tales This woman; finer than her humility Beauty isn’t a

Crafting Words & Dilapidated Feelings

Crafting words & dilapidated feelingsWithdrawing the essence of existenceDistilling the meaning of love’s textureTo stir my soul to our mutual subsistence

Remember The Old Ways

Remember the old ways Scribbling out passionate jots Secret notes to my beloved Sharing all my lucid thoughts Remember feelings of yesteryear & how we were perfectly aligned Don’t lose who we used to be Through time – love remains undefined

Hermann Hesse

  “If I know what love is, it is because of you.” ― Hermann Hesse   Image by Karen Warfel from Pixabay  

Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding my

Walt Whitman

“Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.” -Walt Whitman

Stephen Fry

“I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the alter of language and purity and tolerance.” – Stephen Fry

I’m Not Anywhere Near Perfect

I’m not anywhere near perfect Contrary to your fictitious notions Examining me through a skewed lens Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean I’m not what you think you want Flawed in all the wrong places Underlining fragility & a fractured soul But you’re still focused on the pretty faces I can’t explain all the

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 just

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94

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

I Reject Most Of Society’s Notions

  I reject most of society’s notions With no desire to live by the sword I feel no need to prove myself I shall put eternal trust in my Lord I follow my own path these days Oscar Wilde said I could only be me A world of distractions & hate But, only through love

I Know I’m High Maintenance

  I know I’m high maintenance Requiring a lot of attention, affection & affirmation But I return it all with utmost devotion Drowning out apathy’s lazy fulminations Not one to be quiet & demure She’s the lady I can’t refuse Always tempted by her presence Banners at the ready; sing out the news I contain

Midnight’s A Fine Time To Take The Jacksonville Train

    Midnight’s a fine time to take the Jacksonville train Rolling double boxcars to decide our fate Gotta get back to my lover’s bedside ‘cause women like that don’t hardly wait Been dreaming of her since the days of steam Finely dressed woman with incalculable sense I’m lagging behind schedules & timetables Hindered by

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write

I’m Not Feeling Strong These Days

  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

Thanksgiving Night…

Picking Out Tunes From A Lost Childhood

Picking out tunes from a lost childhood Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies My own imagination responsible for these beatings My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life I speak