Walking Down The Street On All Saints Day

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Walking down the street on All Saints Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
Aflirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her a red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court &failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair

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A Wink From Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

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A wink from her to get my heart a-revving
Her pink negligee hanging below her knee
Soft skin turns into hardened intentions
The promise of a night of debauchery
A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom
Visions of adulation thoroughly taut
I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency
A fine suited man removing a Windsor knot
Fastened to my bedpost; a sailor can surely tie
Settling down with this libertine, methinks
A pretty picture of a delicious woman
Purely polished reflections in my cufflinks
Post coital; passion overflowing this room
Perfection amid people imperfectly real
Precious moments that I’ll never forsake
My woman’s love, allowing me to constantly heal

Sudden Storm

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Kerrington McKenzie was out front of her house talking with her neighbor, Mary. The neighbor was gushing over a humorous date from the night before. She always had the worst of luck with the men she found on those dating websites.

It was a humid day. The sky was overcast and everything looked grey. A solitary drop could be felt upon Kerrington’s shoulders. The leaves above still dripped from last night’s rain showers. She was wearing white linen pants, a white tank with a blush pink sheer top. She left her hair down and curly today. There’s no point with this summer humidity. It kept blowing in her face and around her neck from the increasing wind.

Kerrington was always amused with these train wreck stories Mary shared. She was sure Mary embellished them to make the guys worse than they actually were, but she was a riveting storyteller. Kerrington kind of wanted the stories to be true.

The heavens opened before Mary could get to the good part. The ladies didn’t wait to say their goodbyes. They instantly took off running in separate directions for shelter.

From the time it took her to run back to cover, Kerrington was drenched. She was still laughing when he stepped into the garage. She had stopped to shake off the rain. The sheer top clung to her curves. He could see the faint detail of a white lace bra and matching boy shorts.

Nathan stood there watching her with a smile on his face. A crack of thunder sent her running for his arms. He grabbed her and held her tight. Kerrington hadn’t noticed Nathan, but wasn’t startled when his arms encompassed her. He smelled of man sweat. He had been working on his car all morning. The warm, humid day had made him quite ripe.

“You’re a stinky boy.”

“I thought you liked it when I’ve been working with my hands?”

“I do, but you need a shower!”

“Maybe I should just pick you up and carry you with me?”

“But I’m already soaking wet!”

“Not nearly as I intend to make you.” Kerrington blushed as he spoke.

“Hush.” She raised up on her toes and kissed him.

“Shall we?” He picked Kerrington up. She let out a small squeak and gave him a devilish grin.

Forgiving The Passionate Hubris

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Forgiving the passionate hubris

The least fractured figment of my ire

But I’m not competing for affection

Denounced for their fateful friendly fire

So I’m taking the eastbound train

To remove myself from the glitterati

The Urban gentry called for my death

Betrayed by those who are rash & haughty

The train tumbles on through the rain

Steaming towards the next Highland city

Needing a respite from those judgements

From the girls who love to be called pretty

Looking Up At The Glowing Moon

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Looking up at the glowing moon
A remarkable passion slowly burns
Falling stars in the North Sea’s night
Resting quietly upon my weary stern
Scanning horizons of a cloudless sky
Each rogue wave taken in ample stride
The fervent dreams of your sweet nectar
Coming precariously closer with each tide
Through our distant & complete adoration
You, the only one who could be my lady fair
Chanced to love me entirely & selflessly
Back where my necessities were laid bare

I Like My Women Like I Like My Beer

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I like my women like I like my beer
I like them all cold & tall
Derision in the waking hours
Looked upon as vulgar & banal
Searching for motivation
But not finding much success
You’ve set me aside lately
Vulnerable as you quietly undress
Piecing our world together
Trying to find reasons of some sort
Telling me we no longer exist
I’m trying to lend you love & support
Why do you want me to love you
If you’re going to deny me this way
Confused by your bingeing passion
& then a frozen shoulder that betrays

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