Touch My Soul

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Touch my soul, or my butt.
Either or.
I can’t bring myself,
to care anymore.

All of the dreams, the romance.
What for?
You’ll use what I have,
and then slip out the door.

My heart will miss the pleasure,
for sure,
but I’ll save it the pain,
and just act like a whore.

Nudity Loves Company

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Nudity loves company.
It longs to be close.
Join me here naked,
head to toes.

Tonight has no time,
for trousers and such,
there are parts of you,
I am meant to touch.

When it comes to clothes,
on you and me,
nothing is better than something,
you see.

I’m Here For The Beer

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Step aside, woman,
I’m here for the beer.
I can smell it, you see,
I can sense that it’s near.

Just you keep talking,
and I’ll walk on by.
I need to get booze,
in this body of mine.

Don’t want to mislead you,
or act insincere.
You’re lovely and all,
but beer’s why I’m here.

Brace Yourself

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I’m going to adore you now,
brace yourself.
I’m feeling more in crazy love,
than I have ever felt.

I’m about to pour all over you,
get ready.
There’s something in the way you are,
that makes my heart unsteady.

From this moment onwards,
you’re mine.
And the way you’re looking at me now,
tells me that’s just fine.

The Way I Make Me Feel

A poem inspired by:

Does sniffing my own panties
make me gay?
And should looking at my own reflection
make me feel this way?

Am I spending too long
lathering in the shower?
Is it right to rub my soapy breasts
for longer than an hour?

Don’t think me vain because I make myself feel so good.
I kiss, caress and pleasure me.
You’d do it if you could.

Dragging You Down

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I’m the train wreck you’ve been waiting for,
I’ve been here all the while,
slowly tearing my life apart,
behind this plastic smile.

I’m the easy one you’ve dreamed about,
vulnerable and willing.
Come take your place beside me,
in the future that I’m killing.

Look into my eyes, my soul,
tell me everything you see,
as I wrap my arms around,
and drag you screaming down with me.

My Dog Is Not A Snake

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My dog is not a snake,
let me make that perfectly clear,
and while we’re on the subject,
that guitar is not a beer.

The carpet that you’re standing on,
is not a drinking straw,
and the hole that you just walked through,
aint a pumpkin, it’s a door.

There’s a fine line of distinction,
between a teapot and a rake,
which only serves to clarify,
that my dog is not a snake.

The Answer Is Boobs

A poem about boobs, inspired by…

In any question life throws up,
once you’ve analysed the clues,
as unlikely as it seems to be,
the answer is usually boobs.

However profound the question,
however complex the test,
every woman holds the key,
on her double-breasted chest.

You can study ancient manuscripts,
or search for a sign in the stars,
but you’ll see that everything leads you,
to the contents of ladies’ bras.

I Don’t Care How You Are!

A poem inspired by…

I’m not looking for a detailed report,
when I ask you how you are,
anything more than a nod and a smile,
is already going too far.

Complaints about your crappy life,
are not what I want to hear,
and I don’t need to know you’re recovering,
from a bad case of diarrhoea.

Just tell me that you’re doing fine,
even if that’s not the case,
or I’ll find it hard to stop myself,
from screaming in your face.

My Memories Of You

A poem inspired by @LoKarloRT:

There’s a picture of you,
that I keep in my head,
right next to the sounds,
of the words you said.

It plays back in my mind,
like a Hollywood flick,
but the twist at the end,
always makes me sick.

I’d like to delete them,
get them all out my head,
’til then I’ll just lie here,
and wish you were dead.