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Many a boy – quick in his view
Looking for the easy girls of a soft dawn Those who are comely & always giggle With an fresh smile & seldom else on
They know not the pleasure of true joy
The beauty of engaging an active mind The coaxing out of the right words An equal in intellect you might find
But I, who finds himself at sunset
Have indeed heard the siren’s voice & the pleasure of being selected By a grown woman’s choice
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Words & ideas laced with stimulants Coaxing my mind from sullen thought Pulling me free from these malcontents
She caught me watching laundry dry
And imagining what’s underneath Thinking to myself, how much more beauty Lies hidden from view That she might bequeath
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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...
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Broken wine glasses sitting on the ledge
With a gentle, rolling view from the terrace We embarrassed ourselves last night Intent on copulating with the war bride heiress Like this: Like Loading...
I know you don’t want to be looked upon
But I can’t help keeping your beauty in view
You feel self-conscious
Though I’m whole heartedly in love with you
Please do not hinder my sight
I want you to always be at my side
You’re the nearest thing to perfection
I’ll be devastated if you run off & hide Like this: Like Loading...
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Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal Like this: Like Loading...
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Hey there, ballerina
Graceful upon your toes A pleasure to view I’m not as innocent as those Need to kiss that smile Are you always this chipper A wink & a taunt I’m going to destroy that zipper Like this: Like Loading...
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Standing along the naked row
Viewing our lives with unfettered eyes Remaining steadfast throughout Though cast aside from the allies
Nervous in spite of yourself
Tired of love & life failing to agree Inner strength to hold you through Vulnerable like you said you’d never be Like this: Like Loading...
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Fates & folly everlasting
Without courage to proceed A beautiful lady Measuring thought & deed
But she just wanted my heart
No matter the complications I couldn’t view the reality Of her love without reservations Like this: Like Loading...
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Once upon a suburban street
Where we lived, loved & laughed Summer comes early in Jax So, this house no longer has a draft
Warmth lets me resume my natural being
Yet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-through I strut along, giving my neighbors A bit more than a casual view Like this: Like Loading...
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Vibrations coursing through your corset
Am I still making you nervous, my dear Does your heart beat louder in that chest Whenever I come near
Walk slowly across the room to me
Let me watch your beauty in motion The deliberate steps in those heels Your passion overtaking the ocean
Admiring the view of your new tights
You spoil me something mighty, Miss My love has never been more obvious I’ll explain it all through this kiss Like this: Like Loading...
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Sitting in front of the vanity
Deciphering all your beauty marks You see lines, wrinkles & blemishes I see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knows But, I know how lucky I am to have this view I’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherish I’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you Like this: Like Loading...
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Sailing out on the good ship
Prevailing winds ensuring a clear path Foregoing the unexplained existence Forging headlong into nature’s wrath Arctic waters surrounding our view Diligent sailors crewing this steel boat Perpetually longing for a illusive home But buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat Like this: Like Loading...
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Our beliefs corresponding What strain Our thoughts absconding Taking the time to reason, Ponder & contemplate Our combined future Viewed as a delicious fate Like this: Like Loading...
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With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view
A tentative belief in those on marble steps
I ask to show me your heroes
But knowing exterior appeasement is false
Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate
To praising those who run the State
Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot
They’re not worthy Like this: Like Loading...
We’re all the villains
Each & every citizen with a vote We’ve allowed our nation to dwindle Expecting democracy to survive by rote But we can still change out the actors Hope in action is exactly what we need to do Purge the Capital of all the politicians I declare we need Capra’s Washingtonian view Like this: Like Loading...