Music’s obviously derived
From the muse, but some of most
My beloved music’s tied
With the specialties I toast
Tasting the spiritual food
Feeding my well spoiled aesthetics
But it doesn’t seem too good
If some scantily clad fatty
Would've bug her whims at me
Prompting where to laugh or cry
If she spies me just to see
To what extent do I comply
To her wishes, if I’m tame
Or perhaps I’m secretly
Plotting an escape, to gain
Freedom from her tyranny
But no ancient skies I own
No clay soil I cultivate
And the only muse I know
Never was an overweight
She had gone when I was sleeping
Now she comes at nights to see
If I sleep, or if I’m sitting
Looking at her silently.
I don't have a problem with scantily clad ladies
They all have a right to expose their parts
Especially if those parts are firm and voluptuous
Who am I to complain
The Caribbean is overflowing with these latin beauties
Had to look away... my old heart was a-pumping
A mile a minute and my eyes started bugging out
“Dangerous”, they say... “watch your heart!”
Don't these young fillies realize what they're doing to us old guys
Of course they do! And they love it!
Do I sound like a lecherous old dude
So what's so wrong with being a lecherous old dude
Some of my best friends fit that description to a “T”
Women's bodies are a work of art
And are designed to be ogled at
It's written on one of those ancient Egyptian tablets
So next time one walks by
Offer your thanks and quietly wipe the drool from your chin
Scantily clad ladies... YEE HAW!
She's the hottest girl I've ever had
Wet head to toe and scantily clad
I felt flames of desire
But I put out her fire
That's what my Mom said about my Dad
Guess acorns don't fall far from the tree
She explained why when talking to me
You're a really nice guy
And you gave it a try
But it takes more time than one...two...THREE
Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.
To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.
Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.
Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.
Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.
Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.
Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.
Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.
Locked moments buried flags of victory.
Written on Feb-23-2024
Gently french kiss your darkness mad,
break the restraints leave obsession;
Lick up the buried aggression;
You may not be scantily clad,
yet soft skin becomes a scratchpad;
Repurpose gall into passion,
gently french kiss;
It’s not too much to hurt so bad,
won’t go on without my ration;
I can’t let go I’ll not move on;
A quickened breath is the launchpad,
gently french kiss .
What happens to all the oranges
hanging on my neighbors' trees
would they let me have a bag of em
if I bargained or said pretty please
Why are all the fruit-tree houses near
the Sharing Shelf not sharing any
or perhaps i'm too slow and miss
the time when they donate many
Or do they sell them to the markets
or give them to far-off food banks
someday maybe I'll grow my own tree
full of juicy oranges, and join their ranks
Add to that a lawn-to-garden meadow
sprinkled with wildflowers -- my fantasy
and a Little Free Library of only-kids books
in a tiny uncluttered home by the sea
But not the beach -- they're too scantily clad
...I guess I could grow one from seeds, now
without having to move out for this plan to work
I'd share as many oranges as the tree will allow
Oh what a magnificent night
Oh what an angelical sight
Scantily clad vision in white
Oh blessed nocturnal delight
What’s The Big Deal?
Miracle Man
October 20, 2023
Because with new fangle gadgets I’m out of touch,
so It takes me twice as long to do half as much.
Young sprouts think I’m a used up old fighter,
can they type a letter on my Royal typewriter?
Inventing new things makes the world go round,
most sub standard and didn’t last long I found.
Throughout my years I’ve outlived many a fad,
Usually pitched by women, most scantily clad,
the scantily clad
intentions pressing through out
lust heaves in hollers
Though I style my curly braids with ribbons bright,
and colour my sweet moist lips with royal red
to look as bright and fair as a newly wed.
Though I stand on two towers to get a better height,
with eyelashes that beckon at each gazer.
Though my trendy gowns make me a trailblazer
with great designer labels that distinguish.
Though I have curves which men wished they could relish,
revealed slightly through my scantily clad frame.
Though I have this charm which could hardened hearts tame,
making vicious criminals to dream and lust,
still I am nothing more than organic dust.
On a summer day I saw a pretty dame
bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub.
She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame,
massaging its softness with each gentle rub.
From that distance, she exuded sweet fragrance
stemming from the refining of her radiance.
Sensual movements from lips, hips, curves, legs and hands
made me fantasize as I relished each moment.
My love-struck eyes gazed at the rhythmic movement
of this scantily clad model for all lands.
After a sunbath, she tied her pristine towel,
then with a fixed look, she gazed straight at me.
'Hello, the adventurous gentleman,' said she.
'You sure look gay, hale, hearty and swell.'
Shyly my fears of rejection loomed large,
whilst my love dreams turned out to be a mirage.
Each day, I walk past a lingerie store.
In the windows are posters of women I adore.
Looking at them makes me feel so glad
because each of them is scantily clad.
Mannequins wear items of silk, satin, and everything nice.
Some of those things are on clearance at reduced price.
There is an especially large-sized bra they've got.
It reminds me of a double cannonball slingshot.
I'm on my way to work, and I have to leave right away.
How convenient it is to have this store along the way.
He stood there in the doorway
His legs dangled in white shorts
His blue shirt matching the rags
The mechanics used to clean tools
His fingertips yellow stained of fungus
I could barely see his blues eyes
Through the reddish brown colored
Replacing any hints of good health
Clutching a Winston banging on a sea burg
he juggled three scantily clad women
One hillbilly a blonde hick and this
black chick from Cleveland with no teeth
I hardly recognized him except for
he was still giving orders in this frailness
chanting cigarettes for everyone spare
no expense Marlboros Newport's Winston's
I never understood the urgency of nicotine
I watched him light the match pull on the filter
Release the smoke building his confidence up
It angered me I suppose watching him
Commit suicide tossing his cancer meds.
through all my pleading yelling screaming
he finally got it actually taking his medication
putting the trash out beating cancer in the end
closing the shop where his new identity begin
It was summer on a Saturday afternoon.
With a few bucks, I went to a saloon.
I made some decent progress with my third beer.
All of the sudden, a vision of loveliness would appear.
She was a brunette scantily clad in a bikini colored pink.
This girl looked young; not even old enough to drink.
Aroused men seemed to want to swallow her whole
as she erotically slithered like a snake around a pole.
The guy sitting next to me told me her name was Denise.
She just happened to be the bar owner's niece.
Closer to the patrons came this sweet little honey.
Denise pranced on the countertops as she collected money.
That's when I thought I should vacate my seat.
This girl might think I was a deadbeat.
To the nearest exit, I made a prompt dash.
I would have stayed longer, but I was out of cash.
No means no. When that word comes out of a woman's mouth, no matter what time or place, that's precisely what she means. It's unequivocally clear that she means stop! She is voicing her objections vehemently. She's saying "stop what you're doing and get off me." It doesn't matter if she's intoxicated, scantily clad, or initiated physical contact. It doesn't matter if she's your girlfriend, or even your wife.
the message is clear
stop whatever you're doing
no really means no
Date written: 07/25/2020
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