The glories of a sunny morning Smiling into my coffee; subtle credo Trying to create my masterpiece But, I’m distracted by my libido
Looking for my stunning bride Maybe get a little taste under her skirt A surefire way to get artistic juices flowing Interest shifted; she can only help, never hurt
Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed asses Spending the morning listening to the Blues An old soul within that youthful mindframe Toe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoos
I begin to think I’m the one lured But all we have between us is coffee stained mug rings Embrace the possibilities of the moment Join in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BB King
This day is such a sunny tease Through passion, we become another bedpost notch A memory Today will keep for all posterity As she makes me taste the glories of her vagazzeled crotch
You have your notions of me Whether it’s my rugged good looks Or I’m a notorious scalawag Though, I’m neither a hero nor a crook
I’m not a man of much persuasion Nor am I a wild west outlaw I choose to wear the eyepatch But I’m more of a gentleman with flaws
I write fast & love slow Without a care of what they say about me When you have faith You never have to wait & see
I quietly find my secrets within Descended from that beautiful literary brogue To hell with the naysayers; we’re gonna have fun I’ll be your host tonight, the swash-unbuckling rogue
Many out there won’t warm to my charm Not their cup of tea or simply they’ve no style But you of good taste & renown class Come share a spot with the one with the mischievous smile
Summer girls/winter women Refreshing my sullen mind Taste of joyous inspiration Love heightened upon rewind Basking in the light of sunshine Energized by glorious visions The heat dwells deep within Passion rising in absolute precision
Finding ourselves locked in a torrent Quietly dreaming of a harder way Searching for the proper inspiration Perhaps I’ll have something intelligent to say
I’m just a local loser with unlimited potential Most will note my life has been an utter waste Mocked & forgotten since you dismiss my face In retrospect- you pine for my notion once you got a taste
Persistent chants in the Winter breeze Thoughts of her beauty & I start to wheeze I wish to taste her freshly bathed skin Through all the heartache, I’d do it all again For she’s still the one to knock me to my knees
I’m not saying I don’t appreciate A lady of Paris, Milan & back again A smartly dressed woman of the Times Inspiration for me to re-dip my pen
I’m not saying I don’t cherish A bold woman who’s a little bossy Nudity as art upon tasteful scales Teasing me through 8 x 10 glossies
I’m merely submitting a formal request Publicly provide the proper image of classy Though once their prying eyes are shielded I’m going to need you to be gratuitous & sassy
A poetess of no structure I bet you taste sweeter Your passion runs deep within You shall not be contained By any man nor concept You hold the power To your own release
I know you’re checking out your flaws Standing at the mirror, counting imperfections Negative thoughts like these rather gnaw So I’m offering up thorough inspections It’s best to take it slow around curves Haste would be such an utter waste Wanting you to feel it in each of your nerves This examination shall be conducted by touch & taste
Touched by the whim of God
Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places
Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips
My benign lunacy comes in traces
Diluted measurements by midmorning
With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee
Bringing small obsessions in my mind
When the local widows invite me for tea
Entering only after a courteous introduction
No need to intrude on our nebulous beliefs
A shared sacrilege when I watch her curtsey
Dropping to our knees; praying for some relief
I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
In control as the world spins
I’d trade all those gold doubloons For another morning with you Tasting your sweet nectar Inspiring the day to be fresh & new I don’t want fame nor glory I just want to be naked under the covers Satisfying & emotionally preparing you Sending you out into the world; a happy lover
“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing