I’m Into Trying New Things

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I’m into trying new things
Alternate positions to give you an extra gasp
Weaving words through this existence
Weakened knees, begging me to unclasp
I’m emboldened by your Earthly vessel
But a beautiful soul, you can’t dispossess
But enough of these intricate notions
I believe it’s time to get you undressed

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I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

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I think you have the wrong notion of me
I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe
I’m neither the saint nor the villain
In which your thoughts are trying to achieve
I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray
That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role
I know confidence is sexy & I’m trying my best
But I have doubts regarding the quality of the contents of my soul

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

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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 Mardi Gras extinguished
But your heart now belongs to the man of flames
You don’t remember how your dress got burnt
Or how your lovely chest was branded with his name

 

 

 

*I wrote this for Halloween, but never shared it. So I swapped in Mardi Gras because of my superb timing… It doesn’t make as much sense, but you never expected such high notions from me.

The Truth About Women’s Feet

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Love wrapped around my mind like a shroud

Full of colors, spectrums & radiant splashes

Not a day without engulfing sunshine

Blinded by pantyhose & false eyelashes

I believed in the fairytale courtships

Sipping champagne from glass slippers

Lovely damsels in need of gentlemen

Revealed to be crude strumpet strippers

My soul could not take this detail

Where was my love with elegant class

Distraught in this new reality

Stuck on feet made for crystal glass

How could my dreams unravel so

This giving me pause to think

Now I understand the truth

That women’s feet actually stink

I Cannot Help But Stare

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I cannot help but stare
Pure hatred in those eyes
A lifetime of judgement
Whispering a torrent of lies
I don’t want to believe them
I’m tired of this rejection
I’ve been beaten & battered
I no longer need my reflection

A Lost & Broken Young Man

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A lost & broken young man
Swirling around in the desert’s dust
Never able to reach a potential promised
Wasting away; a young life gone bust
But the Almighty works in mysterious ways
Why He looks after lost sheep? I can’t tell
But in my most hopeless hours, I believed
& that’s when I found my Southern Belle

You’re Spouting Off At The Seams

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You’re spouting off at the seams
The system melting from the status quo
Another former acolyte on the verge of revolt
The machine of government quotas; all systems go
But is this what we want from our society
I believe their intentional interference is a sin
Let us be, let us live a life peaceful & free
A life where a simple man might still be able to win

The Clicking Precedes You

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The clicking precedes you
My heart beats at a faster rate
You look ravishing like this
Love: a language that won’t translate
Spellbound with wonder
Brushing soft locks out of your face
This is no time to hide
Come out from under that lace

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

Take my hand along these lines
We’ll dance & swirl by the sea
Show me the proper steps
Tell me where I need to be
There’s a precious magic
& I still believe
Our bodies interlaced
A tangled web we weave

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

I’m disarmed by your smile
Lips needing my attention
I’ve missed your everything
I’m stripped of all apprehension
I’m tripping over your words
My focus is slightly askew
By that crooked smirk
I know you’re thinking about it too

I can’t explain myself
Only how it feels
I’m enthralled tonight
By your glorious heels

We Don’t Have To Agree

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We don’t have to agree
Friendship doesn’t require
Eyeball to eyeball to see
Equal respect is all we desire
You think those silly thoughts
I believe I’m right with mine
Together to deal with our lot
Common courtesy allows us to be just fine

Gotta Throw All The Words Out

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Gotta throw all the words out
No matter if they’re drivel or not
Get them high up into the sky
Possibly to cling to someone’s thoughts
Unconscious connections
Allow them to autonomously weave
Touching deep into a soul
& that we might once again believe