Photo by Ryan Millier on Pexels.com
Walking through the neon district
Our histories left un-mended Leaving footprints in the rain Dark of night thoroughly descended Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Ruby Ruby on Pexels.com
Naked recitals on a rainy day
Pursuing words off the tip of her tongue
The bookmark’s subtle movement
But that bell won’t be un-rung
I have a weakness for smart women
There’s a deliciousness to their thoughts
Flaunting her drop-dead genius
Leaving me bothered & hot
Innocently lewd ending with a flourish
She comes to me, reaching to kiss my earlobe
Retreats with a curtsy à la nude
She’s done; winks & pulls closed her robe
Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Godisable Jacob on Pexels.com
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 Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Willian Justen de Vasconcellos on Pexels.com
Waking up with a distracted mind
Aftershocks from a week on the grind Trying to find value before the end of life’s lease Notes on the venerable self & a lyrical muse to find
Walking up the cold steps of Old Main
A place to encounter books out of the rain An affinity for the ones with the creases A shared notion of binding pain
Wondering what fresh barriers to get through
But, I’m not here to explain anything to you I’m here to love you as we search for peace That our story & passion continue their rendezvous Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Svetlana Zadiraka on Pexels.com
These fallible bodies getting in the way
Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip
& the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by ArtHouse Studio on Pexels.com
Rainy days along the intercoastal
Long mornings lead to stressful nights The last cold hours before Spring Reading quickly by the escaping light Like this: Like Loading...
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 that won’t be concealed
We have a glow of our own
No words exist, but a truth she can feel Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
I don’t use umbrellas, dear
I’d rather dance in the rain Let it cascade gently over Cleansing us of lingering pain Let me take you in my arms Into your dreams – my words will push Looking deep into my eyes As I squeeze your tush Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by u0410u043du043du0430 u0413u0430u043bu0430u0448u0435u0432u0430 on Pexels.com
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 letting storms dampen your night Electric kisses & a dress clinging as it drips It’s perfectly transparent; albeit no longer virginal white Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Saime Dal on Pexels.com
I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by veeterzy on Pexels.com
Gimme a minute till I look pretty
I don’t want to go out there without my cologne I can’t deal with the sketchy people You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats The shadows are weary with their demodulation Open your windows to the rain – expect justice I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Ryan Millier on Pexels.com
Quiet relief from the heat of day A respite from the din of voices The quell in an otherwise doldrum way
Taking time to breathe the stirred air
Before the winds turn into a squall The disruption of bored stagnation The afternoon not so quiet after all Like this: Like Loading...
Finding refuge in my dreams
Traipsing through Baudelaire’s flowers I sing a silent dirge to my soul Tracing her petals within Summer’s shower
Caught in the currents of missteps Former words no longer voiced Lightness of a delicate vision We heard the morning’s rain rejoice
Politely declining a dreadful umbrella Walking out, always been man enough to weep Soaked; tears all the way through Drowning; maybe now the sunset will let me sleep Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Alexander Grigorian on Pexels.com
These are the only days we can still see
Taking strides forward whether or not it rains
Dry rotted ponchos & other survival gear
Though its through our capacity to forgive that we’ll remain Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Daniel Ju00f8shua on Pexels.com
Songwriting on the front porch steps
When everyone else is out in town Clearing a cluttered mind slowly Watching the passive rain coming down Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Martin Alargent on Pexels.com
Its been a long, hard ride
To get where we’ve found Bumps & bruises are everywhere Keeping our souls on solid ground
There’s a small humility Hidden within the secrets of Spring rain Heartache never fully goes away But what made you take a Westbound train There’s no escaping the pressures But by embracing love we’ll be able to cope Turn towards the hearts that beat for you Open your eyes, know there’s always a semblance of hope Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Bob Clark on Pexels.com
Lighting the wicks on a rainy day
Blowing the dust off the vinyl Finding comfort in the subtle tones & knowing these days aren’t final
Seeing those palm lined drives
Standing out in the mist Reassuring my lonely soul & remembering lips I wish were kissed
Her love hidden in the liner notes
Buzz words & other incantations Knowing she’s my answer & becoming my perfect temptation Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Mesut u00e7iu00e7en on Pexels.com
Feeling all that stress
Expectations that’ve been laid The pressure raining down Questioning dues already paid
Close your eyes, count it out
We’re gonna try to start again A skip in your step – hope to hold Take on the world with a sly grin Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Aline Nadai on Pexels.com
Socked with rain
Listening to the wind howl Our delirious change In the Winter’s jowl Caught unawares This incessant precipitation Gonna soak my bones With or without your hesitation Like this: Like Loading...
Fatigue hitting my bleary eyes
Another night upon the flight deck Needing a shower & my rack A nation’s burden around my neck
Chocks & chains in the pouring rain
Undeterred from the mission at hand Endless hours like every sailor before So few remaining will ever understand Like this: Like Loading...
While we were off sleeping
The rains whipped themselves up in a squall
The flowers rose from their dormant stature
We were left to discover what never was at all
Stripped away our delinquent delusions
Forced to find the truth of this precipitation
Life is a fragile balance of our dreams
Love draws us close while fusing our imaginations
dexmac from Pixabay Like this: Like Loading...
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
Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Flora Westbrook on Pexels.com
Another rainy afternoon
I’m just your normal kinda dude Yet, I’m feelin’ rather confined For, it’s too cold to do my chores in the nude
But I’ll persevere anyway
Sometimes dedication is all we can hold A robust attitude to lead us Life is more exciting when you’re bold Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Christian West on Pexels.com
Longboarding in a sundress
Unusual, yes, but don’t complain
She’s free within her soul
A spiritual moment in the rain
Do not hinder
Those who are not afraid
Let them live as they please
For you motivate when you forbade Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
Flaming sauerkraut stud muffin
A condensed version of radial glory Knowing full well where life begins The translucent strands of our story Calculating Parisian jazz statistics Veiled through the rummy, filtered grime Distance equals an unfettered stump When satisfaction measured in Lycra & time Logbooks; surmounting the tepid schedule All aboard the mourning run of the downtown train Sunrise catching your weary eyes Early summer rain prepositions our inaugural hurricane
*I was bogged down and couldn’t write so I just started writing nonsense until I was inspired to create something. It is what it is.
Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Kilian M on Pexels.com
Wandering in the forest without a notion
With my lovely bride by my side Looking up at the wonders of nature Between the trees there’s no room to hide
Finding seasons we don’t know at home
Rain, snow & all other forms of emotion Transparent dreams offer no resistance Treasures washed away by the errant ocean Like this: Like Loading...
Photo by Tamas Marton on Pexels.com
I want to know the secrets
The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes
Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days
Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms Like this: Like Loading...
Outlandish wizards’ duel
Mixing bourbon & theraflu Hell or highwater We’re gonna fix you Potions & laboratories Possible twitch or dull pain A swig of this or that You’ll be feeling right as rain Like this: Like Loading...