We’re Too Young to Care

We’re Too Young to Care

I missed you.
Did you miss me?

Give me a hug,
I can’t believe we’re free.
Let our bodies snug,
like we’re meant to be.
It’s like a Disney fantasy.

Let my hands glide like little rockets,
I love the tease when I fill your back pockets.
Vacant spaces, let me reserve a few rooms,
so many places to experience your perfumes.

There’s a love seat, just for two,
there’s a counter, midnight snacks with you,
got a couch, movie marathons,
when you start to slouch I know your knees are gone.

Let me carry you against the wall,
be the plasma tv that doesn’t fall,
mount you in place, got my hands through your hair,
quite the chase when we’re too young to care.

We’re just too young to care.

Be my little spoon,
I can’t believe we’re so close,
let our legs intertwine,
we’re nose to nose.
You’re my little Eskimo,
you know exactly what to do,
got my igloo melting,
and we’re not even through.

We’re just too young to care.
We’re just too young to care.

Wake up to forehead kisses,
rise and shine,
we don’t have work today,
don’t you move, you’re fine.
The sunrise is shining,
the room fills with light,
birds are chirping,
I didn’t even sleep last night.

We’re just too young to care.
We’re just too young to care.

Catfish

Catfish

Listen to it here via Smule.

Left, left, oh right,

Dora, these girls’ selfies hinder,
Gotta get some dimples on Tinder.
Swiper, no swiping,
Get your own damn app,
Let me start typing,
before I get off track.

There’s Amy, she got a cute smile,
just something about her in her profile,
the way she says she’s a conversationalist
but she drops a link to check out craigslist.

Then there’s Jessica, I hope she stays for a while,
the way her eyes are wide open like a hungry crocodile,
She says she’s from Florida, but I beg to differ,
she keeps getting closer as I get stiffer.

Left, left, oh right.

Got a new match, her name is Rebecca,
I feel like I won the Facebook trifecta.
She has five mutual friends, one of them is a cousin,
drama never ends when I already learned from this lesson.

Finally, I swipe right to a hottie,
this girl has a breathtaking body,
give me CPR, I am ready to flat-line,
can’t believe I found someone legit online.

She responds back with her digits,
I give her a call not expecting to get shits,
Michaela sounds like a dude,
the way she tries to sound like Bieber,
some punk ass kid made me believer her.

Her voice starts to crack,
my boner descends,
“The name’s Jack,”
let’s be friends?”

Waiting for Love

“We are all acoustic shells carrying around an anticipating rave of butterflies. They’re ready to dance the night away to irregular heart beats as soon as love walks on stage.”

Mr. Seductive Sun

An excerpt from my works in progress:

“The summer sun is a chick magnet with masculine warm rays of heat penetrating deep inside the skin of beautiful women. A catalyst for the seductive intentions to deliver a sweet sensual kiss upon the skin of pale hopeless romantics deprived of affectionate warmth. The exposure of physical intimacy lures a woman’s vulnerability to lie out completely bare. The sun conceals the truth of tainted intentions for a risk of skin cancer while being the greatest pickup artist in the world.”

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Volcanic Eruption

Volcanic material thrust high into the atmosphere can trigger lightning. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bonding our bodies with bondage,
an oral fixation with crucifixion.
Sly vulnerable vixen in foxy lingerie,
mounted against the wall like a painting from Monet.

Exposure of a virgin canvas with corruption of seduction,
blindfolded love facilitates passion without interruption.
Slithering snakes roam through dead cells of attraction,
a slight tug initiates a desirable reaction.

Neckline border control entices a detour,
more time to ignite the dark places to explore.
A warm sensational blow passes across your neck,
soft lips press against the skin for you to eject.

Your beautiful spoken identity rolls of my tongue’s tip,
but not as effective as the wrap around your erected nip.
A sweet arousing touch as hands caress you near,
tip of tongue desire to brush against your perky pink spears.

A mouth at risk of DUI after intoxicating lips of lust,
a stomach receiving soft blows across to the hips is a must.
Tender lips around your birth’s beauty scar as you quiver,
waistline affection will make your body shiver.

Thunder thigh fetish strikes from within my soul,
sadistic intentions of kissing your inner thighs is a goal.
The skin around your pink lips of pure euphoric taste,
anxiety and anticipation encourages to make haste.

A circulating tongue brushes against your desirable lips,
volcanic vaginal bliss pours out as my finger slips.
A sweet suction dries up your intimate perspiration,
close your eyes, my love. Time to expand your inspiration.

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Sadistic Remorse

Sadistic Remorse

Seductive satanic eyes engulfed in desire,
Sinful intentions of a lover’s perspire.
Hopeless romantic souls ready for a buyer,
Vulnerable virgin necks sold to the vampire.

Jack Frost lips embrace a frost bite,
A sensational winter’s breath delivered tonight.
An Eskimo kiss transitions away from the victim’s sight,
Chapped lips with mixed emotions start to ignite.

A burning sensation of a love affair,
Betrayal lingers in the way he stares.
Words and actions lure the love hungry heart,
Deprivation of physical intimacy melts her from the start.

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Story of Your Life

Story of Your Life

(A shower song I wrote a while ago)

I got this ironic story,
of a girl like you.
She fell for a guy,
but then she crashed on
through.

She was feeling hopeless,
you can tell in her eyes.
Her lips were dry,
her wounds from lies.

She looked at the sky,
counted the stars.
While she lied in the road,
hoping for cars.

A car pulled over,
a boy sprawled by her side.
Smiled and laughed,
their hands glide.

Staring into,
each others’ eyes.
This unexplainable warm feeling,
of butterflies.

The moon lit sky,
turns to dawn.
She’s all sprawled out,
on someone’s lawn.

When she woke up,
she felt an empty hand.
The boy from last night,
was a dream in the sand.

Oh, Merde.

There once was a man from France,
Who believed love was by chance.
He met up with a lass,
from an Internet class,
And left with a rise in her pants!

Pigmented Desire

Pigmented Desire

Passionate love making with obscene red marks left behind,
Breakfast in bed left orange juice residue covered lips.
Yellow caution tape bondage assisted our desires to be intertwined,
Green thumbs deflower a beautiful pink rose as it drips.
Blue balls of humiliation and tease by the tip of her tongue’s embrace,
A set of purple mountain majesties glistened under the moon lit space.

The Scars of a Rose

The Scars of a Rose

Drenched in tears of unrequited love,
my shoulder wants thee to stay.
Clenched fists ready to raise above,
my fingers block thy way.

Mixed feelings and emotions hinder thy smile,
dark intentions build up a sudden rage.
Fixed hopes and dreams will stay for a while,
thy heart will eventually heal with age.

Emasculate the beast with charges of voluntary manslaughter!
Alas, sugarcoated romantic gestures rekindle tainted chivalry.
No man shall speak daggers to any woman, even his own daughter.
Forecast identity fraud with a knight’s intent of lust and misery.