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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

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale 

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This Pirate is an old wives’ tale

Passed on by sorority sisters these days

Mythical pleasure & infatuation –

Fluttering love; let them count the ways

World renowned for his nautical exploits

But not true they were all naughty

Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for

That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

The Value Of Beauty

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The value of beauty is in the eye of the beholder
The actual worth is whatever we think it’s
We gush & praise those we arbitrarily favor
We adorn with strands of pearls & diamond trinkets
There’s no basis for anything upon these axioms
Our hearts shape opinion without logical reason
But to divorce yourself from these passions,
Is to condemn your soul to unforgivable treason

Within The Redefining Of Desire

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Within the redefining of desire
Subtle notes of evening’s confines
The heat of the heart’s pure fire
Nothing but love could ever outshine
Unsnapped garters; my secret delusions
I’m forever lost within her brassiere
Butterflies & their innocent intrusions
Each step closer I approach without fear
Her blush blooming from skin so ashen
Coaxed her vigor with her bodice on the floor
Abandoned all reason, condoning reckless passion
I promise a vouchsafed love forever & more

I Do My Best To Be A Gentleman Writer

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I do my best to be a gentleman writer
At least to the extent that I portray
Scratching out all the love in my soul
But secrets linger in what I don’t say
Crawling deep into my distant dreams
I discover myself in a bawdy knave’s pose
Living this life in passion’s sacrifice
A wasteland, but a thriving ice blue rose
Falling back to reality in a tremendous jolt
Searching to gather notes of inspiration
I need a pen to create an enduring legacy
With immortal words I can defy expiration

Waking Up, Smelling Of Love

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Waking up, smelling of love
Sore & stiff from our imaginations
A late night of enlightened feelings
Letting moans be our primal narration
Accompanied by jazzy tones & chilled wine
Perfect decorations for our eternal passions
By any mean necessary to ensure
That our mutual desire never goes our of fashion

By The Dim Light Of Morning

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By the dim light of morning
The world awakens around me
Slowly shaking off its slumber
& I need another cup of coffee
Love won’t dismantle hate
But surely can’t make it any worse
A passion brighter than sunshine
I’ll don wayfarers & write another verse

Drifting Into A Summer’s Day

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Drifting into a Summer’s day
Trying to settle into the shade
This heat rose early & won’t quit
Hoping it won’t cause my soul to fade
I’m sipping a cold one in my hammock
Thinking of that woman who’s soul is kind
Makes her embed into my heart
& I can’t get her off my weary mind
I remember walking along the bay
Tossing coins wrapped in wishes on the pier
Holding her hand, forever to be Homeward Bound
Only when you lose someone so, do you know fear
But hope & faith can make miracles happen
If you believe strong enough to persist
To be forever within her passionate grip
To taste her primal fire, my sole reason to exist