Not All Women Are Created Equal

Not all women are created equal
I’m sorry, but it’s true
There is only one for my soul
& together we’ll make it through
There are many beautiful girls
But my heart is forever taken
The bedrock of our foundation
Shall never be shaken

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Yoga Pants & Downward Dog

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Yoga pants & downward dog

Culminating into her center

Knowing her slow moans

The groans as life bent her

Keeping it at an arm’s length

Diamonds or precious stones

Not wishin’ to own her

I just want to shake my bones

Existing is a brutal dance

To love fully before they bury

Us away forever & eternity

Realize there’s no need to hurry

Maybe The Morning

 

 

 

 

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Maybe the morning
Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be
You rise a little softer on that day
Emerging from a cocoon for me to see
Winter blankets fall away like nebulae
Taller than is expected from a Belle
Not so confident at first light
The arching sun; the pillory of hell
Stretching in my threadbare shirt
A shake of your hips
When first the brew hits your lips
But I want to watch
As you take another vainglorious sip

Revealing Our Secrets

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Revealing our secrets
Like what’s between the cushions
The skeletons come dancin’
Down in the groove: straight ambushin’
Shaking’ their bones in colorful Chucks
With nothin’ to hide in the light of the moon
Stripped of clothing & pretense; we’re all exposed
Together truthfully, finally singin’ the same sweet tune

Watching Waves Ride Up To The Railing

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Watching waves ride up to the railing
White caps at each & every rise
The boat shaking under your feet
Feeling dread well up inside your eyes
Careful to step away from the edge
Never been this close to the absolute
Those merciless swells keep rolling
Only you can keep the steel under your boot

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

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Perfectly lined rows of trees
Our escape from the mundane
Shaking away tilted visions
Of a ghostly morning train
Remembering her latent beauty
No place for such fickle motions
Return to living your current life
Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean