Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be a

I’m Enthralled By The Details Under Your Dress

    I’m enthralled by the details under your dress I’m focused on lace & the embroidered rose I’m here to pay attention & relieve your stress Whispers words that won’t leave your legs closed   Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

I Want To Know The Secrets

I want to know the secretsThe ones you have buried deep withinI want you to whisper your loveKiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin Running away from sunsets & goodbyesFeeling the lead of stained windowpanesThese houses don’t hold strained memoriesWashed away in the softening of Winter’s rain I’m freely exposed in these dimmer

I’m Hanging On For Dear Life

I’m hanging on for dear lifeAs you whisk me aroundI’m dangerously closeMy soul being boundTo you & all this joyYou whisper it’s not realThat you’re just a dreamThen how come I can still feel

I Trace Your Lips

I trace your lips with my fingerSuch pouty perfection in this faceI want to devour you right hereBut in public is not the proper placeSo I whisper one word: “tonight”& let you think upon that all dayYou’ll stew & simmer & imagineHow all this love will be conveyed

I Didn’t Mean To Get Too Personal

I didn’t mean to get too personalI merely noticed your exposed slipMy thoughts took me to uncharted watersThinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dipAn abandoned wedding gown crumpledThe satin too white against your laceI didn’t know what I was supposed to feelThough I could see the muted joy in your faceYou kicked off

Walking Down The Street On All Saints’ Day

  Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day Victrolas on display at the corner store A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty She always smiles, but never asks for more You’ve created another aura within her Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy A polite lady with those vicious high heels Mental interludes

I Like Candles With The Best Of Them

I like candles with the best of themSoothing music is always a good startDim the lights for a softer moodThat perfume always quickens my heartTake me in your arms tonightWhisper every detail of your plansLet me watch you move & swayNotice how much I love being your man

I Lean In Close

  I lean in close Brushing your hair over an ear Whispering how I want you To me, it’s startlingly clear You blush & push me away But I remain firmly by your side For I am happiest here My stunning, beautiful bride

Strike Up The Band, Sweet Lady

Strike up the band, Sweet Lady I have the feeling we need to dance Your Southern Charms come calling & I’m feeling I might get my chance I’ll compliment your lovely gown & whisper all my devious thoughts At the sight of your enticing blush My nipples grow a little more taut

Dowager Queen Dressed Like A Nun

Dowager Queen dressed like a nun Looking for courtesies in murky nights Whispering to me “this is gonna be fun” Shadows dance in tranquil candlelight I’m all in as she shucks her brassiere Mixing metaphors with her gin Titillated whenever she comes near Pulling lace away from her original sin

Life Should Have More Dancing

Life should have more dancing More twirls, laughs, dips, lifts & general glee We can make anything happen Once she comes home with me A dream can be a reality if she believes I know the passionate way I would hold her My own heart pumping infinite love Visions of slipping that dress off her

I Can Use All The Proper Words

I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowly

Sundown Brings On The Reduced Heat

Standing Wobbly-Legged

Hands Out Of Your Pockets

  Get those hands out of your pockets & love someone Spread flirtatious innuendos so she’ll firmly understand Whispers roll off my lips upon naked skin in the sun & she knows this passion is worth all the misplaced sand   Image by adamkontor from Pixabay

Streamlined.

  Streamlined Stripping away excess fluff Gingerly stepping The water’s never hot enough Holding you tight Of your red lips, I’ll drink deep Whispering my intensions Loving you until we fall asleep     Image by nahid hatamiz from Pixabay

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dress