Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

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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

 

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Her Saturated Sex

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Her saturated sex
Wax; the Summer’s teetering fast
Closing in on her hotel room
Simmering in a passion that’ll make it last
The coast rises out of a dormant state
Sunshine bursting, gentle & warm
Strutting; pure confidence of love
A tightrope of the exaggerated norm

The Waves Will Always Kiss The Shore

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The waves will always kiss the shore
But we must continue the fight to be free
My indifference to society is documented
Perhaps we should separate & simply be
But they won’t let me go gently into the goodnight
Always come callin’ – talking about my turn
But I paid my debts with a piece of my soul
I could cry foul, but they’ll never learn

I Sit Overlooking The Harbor

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I sit overlooking the harbor
I’m wearing a silly sort of grin
I watch the sails disappear quietly
All the while, sipping a shade of gin
Otis replaying within my mind
His gentle soul resting upon my ears
I’m anxious, but that won’t matter
For the sea will swallow all your fears

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

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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

Trespassed On A Delicate Shore

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Trespassed on a delicate shore
Holding words meant to disclose
Deliberate voices left on the floor
Sternly bright with shades of a rose
The angels always knew where to go
Savagely speaking without falsehood
Tiny steps always right & thorough
Being gentle wont do you any good

I Don’t Think You’re Better Than Me

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I don’t think you’re better than me
Running tired fingers through my hair
You’re an apparition of your feeble mind
A moment forgotten – vanished in the air
Though your hatred is real enough today
I’ll gently ask you to keep your composure
A gentleman shall not tolerate outbursts
Besides, your ineptitude is dying of exposure

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

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Perfectly lined rows of trees
Our escape from the mundane
Shaking away tilted visions
Of a ghostly morning train
Remembering her latent beauty
No place for such fickle motions
Return to living your current life
Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean