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Sex machine

Need a man who can make my blood boil,
who’s not all sweet,
I wanna feel wet,
when he presses his lips agents mine,
you know what I wanna get.
Candle lite dinner for two,
but when were though,
i wanna get it on with you.
I wanna man who will get me moist and wet,
someone who will make me moan,
I wanna scream YES.
your always on my mind,
forget the Corny line.
Once I get my hands on you,
I’m never gunna let you go,
I love you so,
sex machine.
I wanna feel your silky body,
rub you up and down,
in the hottub,
sipping cocoa from the same mug,
I ain’t gunna let you go,
my sex machine.
You know just what to say,
all the right places to go.
My heart starts to beat,
moan your name,
scream it out when we play that game.
See you lying there asleep,
stretched out on the sheets,
never gunna let you go,
sex machine

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For a Dancing Lady

For a Dancing Lady
I love the way you move so gracefully,
As if you had no weight upon your feet.
That liquid motion, beautiful to see
Is only one of all the ways you’re sweet.
Your raven arm-length silken flowing hair
And how it moves about you as you walk,
The perfect skin you show with your arms bare,
The spritely and insightful way you talk…
I’d like to know, however, how you’d be
Held in a horizontal dance with me.
Do you as smoothly move in passion’s throes?
Does grace stay on beyond the bedroom door?
Oh, lovely vision of the dancing floor,
I think you’d make a perfect boudoir rose.

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Huge Fuckin’ Sunflower

When I was a boy the folks in the house down the street had a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of their house.
I thought that huge fuckin’ sunflower was the cats pajamas.
I don’t remember if I asked my mom if we could have a huge fuckin’ sunflower
I’m sure I wanted a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of our house
But we never had one.
Now I’m forty six years old. I’ve got well trimmed mutton chop Vegas era Elvis sideburns and a cherry red 1976 Monte Carlo Landau with a 350 OHV V-8
I’ve never had a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of my house.
Mostly, I’ve lived in places where I didn’t really have any say whatsoever in the decisions pertaining to landscaping.
Living in apartment buildings – boarding houses – flop house – drunk tanks.
Now I’m forty six years old and I have a front yard to plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in.
My wife doesn’t want a huge fuckin’ sunflower.
She says it will attract bees.
She’s a cunt about that but she’ll make a fine beef brisket
Slow cooked with potatoes carrots parsnips garlic and herbs
She’ll roasts that puppy about forty five minutes per pound of brisket
Smells the whole house up
The house with no huge fuckin’ sunflower in front.
She’s a strumpet who thinks Jesus is going to damn me to hell if I don’t repent
She’ll toss my salad but she won’t let me plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of the house.
She’ll go on a 3 day green tea fast and break it with a burger and 5 big ears of corn on the cob.
Then She’ll squat romantically over me as I lay on the floor supine holding a clear glass bowl over my head.
I’ll watch breathlessly as her anus parts with an audible “ploop” and a glistening corny baby ruthish turd slowly slides out of her now gaping anus with a wet crackly sound.
The steamy corn encrusted turd plops into the aforementioned clear glass bowl I am holding over my head as I lie flat prone supine on the floor thus allowing myself the best possible view of her gaping anus as it pushes forth the corny poop like a shy turtle head peaking out into an August dewy morn.
But she won’t let me plant a huge fuckin’ sunflower in front of the house.

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Memories of Love

Short and simple but it means a lot to anyone that has been married for any length of time. Wrote it specially for my parents 30th Anniversary.
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Title: Memories of Love
Dear Love,
Can you remember,
Thirty some years ago,
Why we fell in love?
Are we so lost,
In the routine
Of the everyday.
Will we ever look back,
In fondness,
Over the years we’ve given
Each other.
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CONFUSED

CONFUSED
You drive me crazy,
I am confused,
You are so sexy,
I need your boost!
Give just a hint,baby,
Show just a sign,
That make me sure –
You will be mine!
You are temptation
I can’t resist,
You are my fortune,
You are my gist!
So hug me,baby,
And sqeeze me tight,
And I will love you
All thru the night!
And if my heart, baby,
Stopped in my breast
I wouldn’t be sorry –
I’ve met the best!
PLAYBOY
Making love with many women
I have spent a lot of days,
And they always called me dreamer
With the sad and lonely face!
I’m not used to hurt my lovers
Raising them with useless hopes
And I keep my heart sincere
Hating styles of haughty snobs!
Love can’t last and bloom forever,
Any feeling has to fade,
There’s no reason for offences
It’s the law of our fate!
When I have to leave my woman
I’m not trying to pretend,
I just ask to beg me pardon
And propose to be my friend!

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The Soul’s Melody

The soul’s melody
Music playing, hips swing
Dancing to the beat of my own drum
My body and yours…
Numb with ecstasy
The beat keeps time.
Time…
I have all the time in the world,
To make your toes curl
To make your soul unfurl
And become entwined, one with mine,
As we reach for the heavens high,
Screaming, “Oh God, yes!”
This is the best, you beg me to rest
The fire within in me calls…
For me to go balls deep
Put you to sleep
I slide in, and the rhythm begins,
In and out…in and out
The percussion enters as do I,
Keeping the rhythm giving me the baseline,
Your moans are like a chorus
All that ecstasy that was before us,
Comes to a close, our wills impose…
A deep sleep,
That we should keep in sync,
With the soul’s melody

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Sexual mystery

When I lick and kiss your pussy,
I am feeling like a king,
And this kef is so exclusive,
It is like the sweetest dream!..
And your pussy oozes nectar,
Every drop I want to taste,
Like an expert I would smack them
And I hate to fuss and haste!
With my tongue I drive you crazy
And you whimper with delight,
In my usual life I’m lazy
But in love I’m alright!
Let your petals open wider
Showing me its pinky pulp,
It’s delicious, it’s exotic
All its sweet I wish to gulp!
BOOGIE
Between your thighs you have a garden,
I’m fond of rambling in its shade,
And in its grass I like to find
A flower which will never fade!
And when I touch its tender petals
They’re covered with the sweetest dew…
I can’t imagin something better
It’s like a legend coming true!..
And when I’m feeling sad and lonely
I take my secred precious rod
Between the petals of your flower
It slides and thanks its lucky lot!..

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THREE N THE MORNING

It’s 3:00 in the morning
I look at you; you look at me
So what you want to do its 3:00 in the morning.
I want to make love to you from head to toe.
Hitting it fast then slow.
Making your body scream in ecstasy
This is not a nightmare but a beautiful dream.
I enter you not once but twice.
Every stroke a pure delight.
You rub your hands down the small of my back.
Not to hard but a gentle scratch.
I’m on top you on the bottom
Pull your legs back
I don’t mind if you holler
You say you want to switch position
Let’s do it because I’m on a mission.
OH WOW so you want like that!
You know I love giving that ass a smack.
Don’t stop now
I’m about to erupt
It just change from making love
To I want to fuck
ITS 3:00 IN THE MORNING

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Swimfan

You’re waiting for me.
You always are.
There’s no time for foreplay today
and you’re ready so I dive right in.
Slow, sensual strokes at first.
I’m familiar with the deep wetness that’s your abyss
I plunge forward and a rush comes over me.
I stroke longer, harder, faster
Faintly hearing you cheer me on.
My heart thunders in my chest,
I’ve reached my peak.
I begin to breathe normally again.
With a quick manoeuvre, i’m up and out of you.
Some parts of me drip from a wetness only you can cause.
As my towel slowly licks water droplets off of me
I turn and look at you.
You’re lying there,
Still, Calm and Inviting.
You’re tempting, but I can’t stay.
I tell you no more for today, and walk away smiling.
Because tomorrow, I know that you’ll be here
Waiting for us to do it again……….

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When

When you take off your dress
Having nothing to add
I am just in a mess,
I am nearly mad…
And my reasons are melted
On the fire you spread,
Since the day when I met you
I’ve been losing my head…
I am wild like a tiger
When I’m feeling your smell,
I’m burning beside you
Like a sinner in hell…
But I bless all these tortures
Asking nothing instead…
I just constantly want you
Being near mad…
On my tenderest goddess,
Golden hair of yours
Is the lasso that holds me
But I’m not at a loss…
I don’t long for the freedom,
I don’t ask for release,
And my soul is bleeding
When you leave me in peace…

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Fucking Band

FUCKING BAND
Spread your ass and show its hole,
We will play a rock-n-roll,
We will make a good trombone:
I will pump and you will moan!
It will be a splendid jazz
When I slide from cosy ass
To your tender fragrant pussy
Which in seconds is so juicy!
Sliding smoothly out and in
I will play a violin,
First it will be Bach so calm
Than I’ll pass to Mozart’s fun
But at last, you should believe me,
I’ll be crazy Paganini!
Afterward will be a break,
I should tune my wild snake…
Than I’ll turn it into flute
In this style you should be cute:
For beginning, just prepare –
With your tongue extend some care,
Lick the tip, the tiny eye,
Run around for reply!
When it’s be so great and ripe
You must swallow all the pipe!
And I bet my baritone
Will be crashed as if a stone,
And with tenor’s tender pitch
The highest tunes I’ll surely reach!
But you ought to take the fact
It has been rehearsal act!
I will take my band tomorrow,
It will cure any sorrow!
First of all trombone will sing
And a violin will join in,
And you guess this great prelude
Will be crowned with the flute!
And this orchestra of three
Will present the melody
Which will stay with you forever!
You ought only to endeavor!
‘Cause you are the main and so
We’ll just help to make your show!

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