Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

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Hanging with beach bums & bashful babes
Swimming in the surf on late Spring days
Colorful flavors poured gently over ice
Skin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays

I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sand
Though she revealed herself to be a Siren
Coaxing & teasing me with her demure allure
Whispering that I might be a modern Lord Byron

Uncomfortable with compliments of any sort
I quietly pull out my pen to jot down an ode
Her eyes grow wide, then a smirk & a wink
Simultaneously my mind, heart & loins explode

Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys

Dodging trains with the Lost Boys
Feeling free in the midnight hour
Nothing can keep us on the ground
Laughing in faces of those who wish us dour
Freedom begins with your own soul
No matter the toilsome tasks or nautical miles
I’ll smirk & continue to play
For there’s a revolution within my smile

 

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Standing Wobbly-Legged

Standing wobbly-legged

Spread stance, with a mock salute

Whispering; describing her desires

Soon, I hope she won’t be so mute

Passion of an fantastical nature

Possibly seeming like it’s unreal

Motioning me to come forth 

Promises of a love I can feel

Building to a palpable potency 

A tangible form of bemused intrigue

Charmed to dizzying arousal 

Winding to a whirlwind fatigue 

With which note to thoroughly enchant 

Steps so sure that time cannot lapse

A smirk; mouthing words to erupt 

But knowing I’ll finally leave her unclasped