Fools see what this moment is offering yet ignore what it truly gives.
Who holds the key toward your contentment if not you, the question is?

Being a sugarcoated slick talker only masks the other side of you that's stalker.
Stepping up to the plate to take your cuts with hopes this pitcher doesn't make you a walker.

Swinging at air reveals the scared little kid in your big adult body that wears thinly on her nerves.
Bring nothing to the table but that thing between your legs allows you to see but not touch the curves.

What she deserves is a man honest & giving as well always eager to lend a helping hand.
What you supply is strangely symbolic of something plain, kind of vague like some cheap generic brand.

Selfish acts an indecency leaves me sheepishly uneasy and feeling more than a little queasy.
Though knowing the facts of how he lacks the tact to bring sexy back makes things considerably easy.

Life is my vice, I just won't quit.
Thrilling insights enticed delights she'll likely never forget.

She has me so open but I’m not sure if I should let on.
Role of confident male portrayed by me is inexplicably long gone.

Feel less than sparkly more like I can’t find my car keys.
A confused look on my face like I’m hopelessly lost out on the dark seas.
See me uncontrollably trembling at the knees.
Heart stung by killer bees, straight symping on some baby, baby,baby please.

I salute she says “at ease “then gives me one of these middle fingers.
The pain lingers annoyingly just like the Apis Mellifera stingers.

This one’s a spine tingler.
Invites me over I ask is there anything on this planet I can bring her.

She answers “not yet but let me marinade on it and
I’ll come up with a list you won’t soon forget”.
Ferocity causing curiosity astonishingly admonishing my modesty policy leaving me dripping wet with sweat.

Some wish Love would be given and not earned.

If this is you you'll be waiting evermore for your turn.

Butterflies,lies,close ties & long goodbyes make misty eyes essentially no surprise.

More heartbreak I just can't take.

It's relentless & also so very hard to fake.

It's an act of contrition,wishing for help from the sly shy lady in the lake.

Loneliness evolved,as time grew ever closer toward togetherness.

Potential for passion elevates the soul in a multitude of ways one would never guess.

A futile quest frantically guided by fates often cold reality.

We feel Blessed,when actually for some damned is a much truer analogy.

It's so saddening for the duchess who almost had me in her clutches.

What once was pure connectedness suddenly tarnished turning into tabooed touches.

I've been gifted with an infinite uplifted spiritual path.

I'm frequently focused on flawlessly finishing my task at hand.

No plan is more than okay for me too.

Found spontaneity to be sexy since very early in youth.

I think kisses can be a very much needed boost.

If you don't believe you'll find confusion facing irrefutable proof.

It's a painful lesson learned like the string, doorknob, older sibling and sore loose tooth.

These days you just can't trust as much.

Fleas jump at the chance to attach and blood suck
Such a provocative display when we portray aliases for lust.

Blame the wine, the moons intoxicating glow or just put it all on your cusp.

I rarely gesture twice unless the catch entices such niceness & persistence.

I ever Bless up & win lotto guaranteed I'll Mega-b!tch slap my wish list.

Tell my employer kiss this and holler at the top 10 finalists next contest for Ms. Fitness.

Open a business selling common sense to those lacking who wipe their a$$ on a splintered wooden fence.

This is a service really needed by more people than you'd imagine.

I'm targeting those who portray thug but bend over looking down lowest in jeans or sweats sagging.

I'm just an eloquent elegant benevolent gentleman.

Rather partial to funk & hip-hop also a punk rockin’ metal-head.

You're better off dead than trying to get my lover lying in your bed.

That's more likely getting you hung by your ankles split open & ****ing bled.

Keep my unsoiled name out your nasty a$$ mouth.

I put a perm on a glow worm with a low sperm count raising no doubt.

I could scheme;hustle,plot & plan sold veggies to Lil Sprout & made the Green Giant mad.

The most interesting dude in the world sported a round reluctantly confessing in a crowd I'm the man.

Candor can be much like an assault for some thin skinned folks veiled as adults.

Meandering around the truth is an experiment in futility which yields faulty results.

Most hopes are for successful climbs up life’s arduous ropes.

Many folks fall frantically flailing shouting obscenity laced quotes.

Local boy born in Berzerkley!

In 1989 ceased eating beef,pork,chicken & turkey.

First job they worked me like 19th century southern servant.

The money received in return for the calluses & burns I most assuredly earned it.

That's when I learned it's not the money you spend it's what you make.

Before getting a taste everyone else cuts out a nice slice of your cake.

I'm best friends with my sins & have no shame to speak of.

If I did it then there are no qualms so cease seeking for silly refunds.

Living life like a sitcom rerun leads to all cloudy days with absolutely no chance for new Sunny ones.

It's just like going outside to play but suddenly forgetting how to jump,climb,walk or run.

Violent under moaning does preempt righteous atoning.

Shy hint provides mysterious glimpse of future illicit acts on going.

I know of several methods to keep drama consistently flowing.

Alas peace a better prospect in lieu of insistently a$$ showing.

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Thank you MsKim
2KidsMom
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1st saw that smile walking past my kitchen window.
I glanced outside & sighed with shy innuendo.
Afraid to speak, so I'll pretend those roses beneath my sill made me all sentimental.

Your beauty grace & style rings my alarms.
Dancing in my mind I'm wrapped up in her charms.
I should've known from past oos & aahs oh wells & oh darns.
But she’s got eyes worthy of songs just like Kim Carnes'.

Imagining if we meet the roll desire may play.
Hoping I wont lack some sweet & funny things to say.
Her passions seem to smack of hummingbirds early morn display.
Walk alone although busy as Cupid on Valentines Day.

Some think wishes feed on shooting stars.
Miracles drink alone in back alley bars.
Love sees you everyday but doesn't know who you are.
Foolish hearts can make you feel destiny's close when it's so very far.

A touch can be just too much for me.
What's free to some cost others a fee.
I shudder to think where blind lust can lead.
Utter madness, sinful sadness or first class to glee.

Drop me off 2 country blocks from lonely street.
I know the way and can get there on my own two feet.
Who knows along the way that I just might see.

Walking past those roses beneath my sill.

YUP-YUP

THAT'S BADASSSSSSS!!!!!
Thank you Big Brotha I.

Thank you Mr.T & Lady A.G

A Georgia peach straight out of Bama.
Ice colored eyes hotter than fresh baked pie.
Her heart’s warmer than a Tallahassee summer.
She even has the Blessing of raising a funky little drummer.
Woo mama!!!
Hope to get you down in the Bahamas.
We’re showing off being quirky & nerdy but lacking drama.
Someday perhaps a lot of land beach-side and a pet llama named Big Mama.
I know I’ll be the best man I can be when I’m with you angel baby and you’re with me.
Two leafs next to each other on the same tree.
Instantaneously surrender to each others impious needs.
In a mad dash on my knees to see if the truth is apparent as it appears to be.
Breaking down my anatomy to a level of cellular biology & physiology FOOL PLEASE!
To say she’s the goods doesn’t quite state it.
Recounting how caliente she is couldn’t be overstated.
Anticipated like accomplishing a lifetime goal.
If she’ll have me plan’s to be with her while we both get old.
Independent mommy military state of mind hustler shoots a 9 to relax her mind.
She likes bingo & that band with the drummer named Ringo.
A body & face like that with brains to match should be illegal.
Sniffing hard like a Beagle named Snoopy, better yet the Red Baron.
I’m stingy with my Love but with you, all bullish, silly & nostrils flaring.
I feel just like a butterfly willingly trapped inside your net.
Knowing full well looking back in your eyes is good as life gets.

me likey

Some shift their Love like a stick & clutch.
Lost by many is the art of soft caressing gentle touch.
It’s all ruff, ego has you acting out to lunch.
Thinking of being #1 when only 1 banana in the bunch.

Not to try means lacking confidence in your effort.
Inside you struggle, without balance you feel endlessly peppered.
Here comes the hot stepper.
Leaving you unarmed like a leper, confused like a concussed schizophrenic cross-dresser.
Laughed at & belittled by the lesser of countless wild a$$ infantile peer pressures.
Search hard for the booty only to find some rusted sunken trite tabooed treasure.
Leap towards drastic measures & many illicit senselessly shady sexual endeavors.
Not very clever when test results come back with something you just can’t get rid of EVER.

It’s quite the bummer end to summer I can’t honestly say anything positive about that.
You should’ve worn a hat playing scratch & poke with all of those strutting stray cats.

I recall a time men used to toast then brag & boast about their many scandals & sin.
Mostly quiet is kept now because the tag of male whore is definitely not in.

If you possess this title probably have or at some point had the heebie-jeebies.
Accept your rank & file as one of those grimy guys giving girls the jeepers’creepy.
That heat felt when you pee-pee is like the cloudy smoke seen emanating from a teepee.
It’s not fly + I imagine a lil inconvenient if not deadly like being bitten by a tsetse.

You know for some Love’s a game!

Sometimes win sometimes lose never knowing what side to choose.

Pick wrong always hear sad songs, choose right feel delight day & night.

Heard your song in my head countless hours, days, months & years!
To hear your heart sing out loud now recants & erases all those bagged up ole fears.

I might not be the greatest catch but throw me back you’re gonna need an anti-addiction patch.

You’ll miss the way I hit like your last cigarette.
Guaranteed the Jones left won’t let you soon forget.
But know sweat!

If you’re sensitive to this I know you comprehend & also know it as pure fact.
If you’re not that’s cool a remedy is close at hand and remember black is still black.
There are a few folks from my past I’d really enjoy in this life having back.

But they’ll never know who they are just wasn’t drawn in the cards or written in the stars.
Seems some couldn’t get lucky if they took a trip to Venus all the way from muthafukin’ Mars.

We delight in the Suns gift of piercing rays hoping for cloudless fun summer like days.

Destiny approaches, my back’s turned & eyes closed so they don’t get blurred or burned.

Tide washes away most of the sorrows I built up inside prefacing fewer sad tomorrows.

Those who follow a path of persistence at times get overshadowed by glaring resistance.
It’s unbearably obvious yet some are oblivious chasing that tail considered so lascivious.
We pity & also tsk tsk tsk neglecting to reflect on self, finding lust hard to resist.
Twist bliss into some perverse curse expect a wealth of Love in one lil ole rehearsed kiss.
Not to burst bubbles but‘POP-POW’often this leaves a list of failed flings to reminisce.
Hearts shouldn’t be subjected to such risk.
Being ripped from its chest held up for display like a fish.

I’m hooked on Love though; the bait at times it's just too damn irresistible.
The silliest lil’ thing makes intellectual you smitten over a fool who’s an ill-famed foe.

Honey caramel skin softer than red rose petal, heart’s sweeter than pink cotton candy.
Mystery shades her past & that’s cool I’ve no need knowing current or forgotten fancies.
1st glance got me sober, vastly passionate such a devilish innocence I can’t contest.
We dance & she takes over, backs it up against me must profess I didn’t protest.
She’s regal radiance island flare down home sensibilities flowing wisps of black hair.
Artistic & mystic in motion like Snake Plissken heavy misty morning but we didn’t care.
2 holding court in our soul’s twisting passion up like taffy shaping forever memories.
U told stories of different worlds you’ve seen painting pictures with hypnotic chemistry.
Her touch is such a respite for this misfit, befitting a head & chest with tiaras & trinkets.
Implausible kindness Imperial Highness my services to you alone I willfully relinquish.
So distinguished hotter than the month after spring gets the ruckus she always brings this.
Can’t believe I feel so capricious she’s got me on some let me rush and get a ring $hit.
No ordinary fling this I could tell from go what we have had a flare of something unique.
Learned things about myself I thought I knew adding intellect to her dazzling mystique.
At closer peak infatuation becomes fascination transfixed by a smile that just won’t quit.
Intertwined at heart level lady leaves I disheveled dancing in fire naked as she so wished.

Thank you tazzops

With the Prince 'Lets Go Crazy'logo thank you Up2Us, quit bogartin and pass that hereYEAHHHH MON!!!

2KidsMom just so you're aware clowns scared the DOO-DOOUTTA ME SINCE I WAS BORNNNN!!!! I used to have nightmares that they were zombies and tried to eat me and my whole fricken family! Some weird equation between me sneaking to look at the original Night of The Living dead as a wee lad+a horrible experience at a Barnums & Baily show. Any-who Thank You

Back at cha RhonLynn one of my favorite things to do is watch the swans swim,don't ask I'm off work till Wed and had a coupleThank you. It actually is one of my favorite pleasures in life though just sayin!!!


Princess aka pkd1220 UUUMMMM YES INDEEDY

Thanks Big PaPa d4tc

Thank you winterblue56 ON THE BIGGG COMFY COOOUUCHHH!!!

Feeling like I was put on Earth for you to play with & covet.
Might still fight this rush but why when we both intensely love it?
With absolutely no trivia she's easily the prettiest I've ever seen.
Looking like she walked…
No, stomped right out of a Gods dream!
As you may have assessed or guessed they only dream of Goddesses.
I'd keep all promises to you & even die trying to accomplish this.
It simply astonishes her tactile preponderance strays far & away from common sense!
Keep my head in the game as players fail while I’m getting splinters riding the bench.
I'd be content if she thought to speak of me poorly or even in the past tense.
Hence all my amigos say I’m on the fence caught between foolish & really f-in dense.
It matters not at all rise or fall she’s still a Princess as I achieve to be her King or Prince.
I’d settle for court jester just to pester honeys funny bone if it kept me in her interest.
Prides left me solo, feel like a base head with a bowl load seizing into uncontrolled fits.
I’ve lost air many times inside my chest attempting to put my lust for honey to rest.
You're there when no sound can be heard in my garden as I rest from a hard day at work.
You rub my shoulders then my neck and chest, & slowly unbutton my shirt.
Lift your skirt only enough to straddle my waist so it won’t tear.
Looking shy as childhood laughter, lips so full I can't help but just stare.
The sun glistens on your hair revealing all the colors rarely seen.
It’s adding to your flair and glorious ever present gleam.
My seductress willing I'll be the beast within soon.
Our thirst grows for pleasures uncharted and together we swoon.
Heavenly creation I surrender to the notion.
It's lovers roulette you display supreme motion.
My demise though shall be a quick and helpless pleasure.
Nobody on Earth could imagine this great find I treasure.
Ever surfacing love & joyfully passionate moments are what you bequeath me.
Never before have I been enraptured so expeditiously.

Thank you all so very much!!!

Misty brisk sunrise pretty eyes weeping from puzzling pain.
Let’s get married in the jungle drenched lasciviously in passions rain.
We dream of magic as compelling creatures all come to be in our sleep.
Deep thoughts embed an eternal escape from grave secrets we intend to keep.
It’s just those secluded blues that keep me insistently sedate & on the hush.
I thrust on relying solely upon the chance of Love with a splash of licentious lust.
A quest within this heart fashioned by chaotically woven sensibility
Don’t query your chosen pitch if suddenly finding yourself more than kind of feeling me.
Invest in the future of your mental stability surrendering any & all predictability.
To focus on negative aspects out of our control only results in cynical instability
So many cry cloaked wolf when as far the eye can see roams a pasture full with sheep.
Why pretend something’s what it’s not when you know truly that which lay beneath?
When it’s justly needed assistance is in short supply if at all to be found.
See what futile drama spawns when actually confronted by some bloodthirsty hounds.
Tumultuous approach to this man, you’re gonna have to be the nutty almond atop my joy.
Mast flowering means I rarely bloom so when I do it tends to bring out the little boy.
My special purpose needs service at least twice a day to put it kind of mild.
I’m not a jerk by any stretch of the imagination but I too was born a poor black child.
Don’t tell me “I miss you” when I’m standing right here in front of vous.
I can see through the refuse & ruefully smell all the poo-poo.
When I get 2 or 3 drinks in me I’m better known to everybody as Mr. Smiles Friendly.
Intently set upon having a great time with other brainless people lacking reason or rhyme.
Call me foolish but I’d rather be rolling a black cherry ’67 Camaro then a 2012 Bentley.
Give me a full tank, some spending $ in my bank, good friends & everything will be just fine.

Thank you teasingbrunette,Princess pkd1220 and Rawrr_Girl

How very clandestine a real Love connection can abruptly approach.
Eagerly envision its coming 1st class while it easily sneaks by you on coach.
Time takes tokes of folks like stones turned over exposes life in hiding.
Flying with Angels on Earth is much easier if you’ve a clean soul & dry wings.
The ties Spring & Winter link last longer than summer or fall but why no one knows.
Something in the way the cold wind blows & fragrant air flows I suppose.
Charlatans carry quite the bag of tricks beneath the cloak of clever cantos & kind eyes.
Their effectiveness relies upon how long they tarry on your emotions before you find lies.
Fascinated by emancipated untainted opinionated ladies loving life glad you made it.
Choices taste better once decisions come from you and success can be celebrated.
It’s true hearts & eyes don’t fib but few allow sufficient time to feel and read them.
Herein begins the tailspin defying logical reasoning spiraling towards a failed end.
I’ve been Loves puppet many times in the past surrendering my heart to strings attached.
Redirect rhetoric to eclectic introspect & reflect I suggest with respect unmatched.
We post our facts for the general population to read and give unbiased feedback.
Some react whack when responses received don’t quite agree with their dry-a$$ syntax.
During tax time most stress few relax dealing with not getting any money coming back.
Hard to be solo when towing the whole load only seems possible being part of a pack.
Going on a mental vacation’s optional for some with time seemingly on their side.
No matter how mystifying life’s road can be I’m still really rather enjoying my ride.
As time flees we’re still trying to purchase some always in such a rush.
Doing what you want is a luxury we need more people doing what they must.
There’s so many living high off the hog while most of us survive on the crust.
I couldn’t care any less about Kate & Williams wedding as it all can get the royal flush.

Superb Flow and sadly true in the words you so cleverly wrote my friend