I Have Rogue Ideas About Loving Women

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I have rogue ideas about loving women
She’s magical; youth when I’m feeling old
I love my woman like I like my coffee
Invigorated that she’s tall, busty & bold
Our mutual happiness is intertwined
Late nights – breathing passionate fire
Proclaiming she’s the only woman for me
Contented when she’s singing to the Angel’s choir

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Words Can Mean More Than We Realize

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Words can mean more than we realize
With truth dripping from what’s unsaid
The contents of a heart not easily known
Modesty & propriety leaving legs unspread
But I wish I recite a simple loving life
Following & delving between the stacks
Surrounded by such grand beauty
Oh Lady, you’ve got an amazing rack!

Girls With Their Knee-Highs

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Girls with their knee-highs
Haute Couture, exposed at the side
But don’t believe everything you see
Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride
Money left on the nightstand
A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such
Winter comes to erase memories
But down here, it doesn’t take much
She was already cast out, with her upturned jugs
A novelty for these professional suited men
They’ve wiped away (ass-print) the glass
Like she never happened, what will you do then?

College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.

Betrayed by These Naked Branches

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Betrayed by these naked branches
Another season removed from the rest
Their cold, lifeless exoskeletons
Abandoned; never nestled to her breast
Shivering, trying to brew more coffee
But there’ll soon be Spring flowers
Hope dangling out on a dream
Praying for the remedy of the sun’s powers

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

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Gimme a minute till I look pretty
I don’t want to go out there without my cologne
I can’t deal with the sketchy people
You know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phones
I don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coats
The shadows are weary with their demodulation
Open your windows to the rain – expect justice
I shall bare my raw breast in hopes of emotional rehabilitation

I’ve Been Studying Your Rules

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I’ve been studying your rules
So I can break them to bits
I still don’t call myself a poet
But I always appreciated your tits
Your other toys have fancy degrees
Me -only a Velveteen soul that’s real
It’s battered, but not forever bitter
Just want to feel you again in the red heels