What Was Your Deepest Dream

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What was your deepest dream

I’ll be out writing sea shanties

What did you want most of all

Leaving me your delicious panties

I’m open to any of your secret kinks

No need to worry, for I won’t judge

Interested in exploring your depths

I’m here to stay, for I won’t budge

Why Are You Sittin’ Way Over There?

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Why are you sittin’ way over there?

C’mere, let’s have a lovin’ tussle

Slide across this ol’ bench seat

Time you felt some American muscle

Cruisin’ at over their speed limits

Where to? We’ll be there in a snap

Hike your skirt up a little more, girl

Why not, crawl over here to my lap

You won’t be needing these panties

And if I might tell you the truth

I merely wish to taste your sweetness

To drink endlessly of your Fountain of Youth

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.

Don’t Tell Me About Sacrifice

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Don’t tell me about sacrifice
I don’t need your hypocritical words
A notion merely secondhand
A duty you constantly deferred
With my family soundly asleep
I’ll carry my seabag back to the dock
Taking with me their prayers
Never survive without them – my rock

The Poetess Vixen

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The poetess vixen
Trying to seduce my intellect
Whispering those sweet thoughts
Paused my pen; time to reflect
But I’m not one to cave to pressure
Her pretty eyes leading me to temptation
I can appreciate & smile back
Without any need for erotic retaliation

The Pressures Of A Creative World

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The pressures of a creative world
The mind’s eye reflecting society
Sculpting words to fit this day
My life better when wrapped in piety
But you must choose your own path
No one can tell you what you need to do
Your experiences are solely your own
In the end, your happiness is simply up to you

You’re My Suzy Homemaker

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You’re my Suzy Homemaker
Always baking delicious things
Caring for the family’s every need
But I’ll tie you up with those apron strings
You need to be reminded of my desire
That you’re a woman, first & foremost
Tonight you’ll be pampered & cherished
You’ll come to know pleasure & I’ll be your host

Do You Find It Difficult To Be Beautiful

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Do you find it difficult to be beautiful
Are you hassled or looked down upon
Jealousy is a cruel infection to cure
Cast out as it’s own phenomenon
I’m no one of any consequence
Merely a gentleman admirer from afar
I hold no secrets or vials of love potion
I just know a person needs to be needed for who they are