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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I Need To Step Out Of Myself

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I need to step out of myself
To remove ‘me’ from the equation
To experience this existence
Without it being tainted by my relation
I need to observe without intruding
To evolve from all that I’ve seen
Can I escape a destructive society
Rejecting ‘people’ without being mean
I desperately wish to leave them behind
But I’m afraid its too late to get clean

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

 

 

 

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The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor

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

 

Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

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Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hot
Typing your best to empty all thought
Pouring your soul into force upon the keys
Your woman walks past with a dress above the knees
Now you can’t think or type or stammer straight
The hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late
You pray to the spirits of procrastination or whatever you think of
Burn this project right now, sacrifice it in the name of love

*previously posted on former blog

You Tell Me You’re Tired

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You tell me you’re tired

& don’t want to put on that dress

There’s so much to do

That your mind is a mess

But I’ve made arrangements

& the kids will be away

Tonight is only for us

Let me take away the day

Dinner is almost ready

Take this wine to the shower

I’ll put on your favorite waltz

We’ll dance into the latest hours

*previously published on former blog

I Don’t Want Airbrushed Perfection

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I don’t want airbrushed perfection
I want to cherish flaws only I know
How you snort when I make you laugh
That special moan during a late night show
You’re the only one I’ll ever want
You, alone, are the only one I want to hold
Making all these sacrifices worth while
Lie back now, allow me to kiss your delicate folds

Illogical Depression Raging My Bones

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Illogical depression raging my bones
Somehow my mind’s still not right
Too much thinking late into the darkness
I know where I’ll be in the hours of night
The struggles & the trials don’t really matter
Conquering the adventures in your mind
There are no secrets or answers to tell
Life is adding up everything you did find