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Feeding page after page into the typewriter
I feel like a Saint from a forgotten realm They could really write back then Keeping an even keel with one hand on the helm
I’m not the pirate you bargained for Simple words of varying degrees I write of the love you’ve desired But when I only smile, you call me a tease
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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
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I wonder if she realizes to what extent
How her existence teases me so She exudes passion & beauty She looks delicious & I want to know
Her blessings spilling out of her shirt
Perhaps unbuttoned a bit too far She’s oblivious to my attentions With her facade cracked slightly ajar
I try to remain with respectful intent
Though my curiosities want probed I’ll just be waiting over here In the off chance she becomes disrobed Like this: Like Loading...
Such a difference
In a button or two How you tease me The way you do My weary spirits Begin to rise You make it hard To look you in the eyes… Like this: Like Loading...
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I could’ve answered your query
But I wanted to be jovial & a tease I have a wink in my heart Willing to do anything you please Like this: Like Loading...
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Knowing the beauty that lurks
Though she’s hidden by the shroud
Draped by the promisingly sheer veneer
Whispering taunts, teases & getting loud
I hear the excitement in her voice
Grasping for control – keeping it steady
My passion & desire suddenly obvious
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I’m being teased by the soft pink
Visions held by my fragile mind
Beauty only holds a certain firm
Your words delve until I find
I am strong enough to last
Though you tighten the noose
You know the subtle power
Let us declare a proper truce Like this: Like Loading...
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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 Like this: Like Loading...
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Relaxing in my hammock
Feeling the gentle breeze Trying to close my eyes But visions of her tease
My head starts churning My heart begins to race Need to stick the landing Without falling on my face Along the way in I’m shedding all my clothes By her sly smile My beautiful woman already knows Like this: Like Loading...
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Leaning against the doorframe
Draped in my best dress shirt I see you’re in for fun & games Already cleaned of the day’s dirt
You tease me with a wink
For your essence, I’m a glutton Every moment my willpower shrinks As I watch you finger the last button Like this: Like Loading...
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Catching her skirt in the wind
Weathering this day nonetheless Hair whipping across her face Flustered; such a beautiful mess
A chilly day among the Highlands
Her tartan blowing in the breeze The magic of something almost seen My mind caught up in nature’s tease Like this: Like Loading...
My love resembles
A smattering of prose
Lady, I beg you
Won’t you touch those toes?
I’ll create any dream you like
Stories, poems or tales
Infatuation lingering now
Smitten with all you avail
I wish for your subtle tease
But I can’t handle your stare
I’ll write anything you please
Though I fear you’re quite rare Like this: Like Loading...
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An innocent looking soul
Draped with an ethereal gown Confident strides across the patio With Eve’s revenge Crisp air – like the first bite of a green apple Obscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure
I watch her bosom swell
It’s not objectivization For I worship her Refreshed in waves This transparent Victorian hypocrisy Knowing all that ails & an unseen wound
Yet morning crests
Pale orange sky forces it’s way through space In the arms of naked trees I’m celebrating femininity Spring’s arrival in a sundress As she teases me with breathless recitals Our love not by design But still goes well with NorCal wine 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...
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The cool breeze under your dress
Hiking the hem well past your knees Hoping for the glories held within Knowing you’ll tease me any way you please Like this: Like Loading...