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
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She’s my medicine from the loneliness
With no hint or side effects of pride
She’s my reason for the sly smirk
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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
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She takes off her horn-rimmed glasses
She rubs her eyes, “what a mess” I take her in my arms, whispering, “It’s time to remove this dress”
I send her towards a waiting bath
Time to reconstitute our dreams I love that woman something fierce I smirk, planning the night’s schemes Like this: Like Loading...
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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 Like this: Like Loading...