Smelling Like A French Hooker

Smelling like a French hooker

I guess an old sailor should know

A not so subtle eye roll

Needing a bit more get up & go

The coffee remains too hot

But I really wanna take a sip

I close my eyes as he drives

A smile in remembrance of her hips

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I Could Tell You What You Needed

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I could tell you what you needed

Or I could show how much I love thee

Touching your skin leaves me altered

Dousing our passion in the endless sea

This mind is now forever seared

Such sultry language from those red lips

Whispering words – tattooed within my mind

Remembering the grip I had upon your hips

Tracing These Feelings Back

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Tracing these feelings back
Wondering where you began to care
Why did you lose your resolve
& fall in love in the summer’s glare
A palm grove as a backdrop
Kissing quietly behind the reeds
Feeling more than you had expected
Unsure of the coming needs
Layers on sand now everywhere
Breeze feeling cool upon your bare hips
Hopeful surprises found refreshing
Nothing less than passion upon your lips

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

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She’s shakin’ those hips
Drivin’ me wild with thirst
If I try to tag along
My mind’ll surly burst
Please loosen my tie
Could I have a slug of wine
If I close my eyes
Could she ever be mine
It’s a delicate inferno
Blazin’ through the night
I find myself dry
Only she’s in my sight
Vision’s gettin’ thick
Consciousness gettin’ deep
My soul to believe
She’s too salacious to sleep