It's panic that drags us down
So let us sooth that anxious feeling
With embraces held at length
And kisses most revealing
Hands flow in gentle caresses
Soothing, yet so beguiling
As anxious visions recede
Replaced with thoughts to leave us smiling
Replaced with thoughts that leave us smiling
after a lobotomy that rids the mind of pain
Empty happy eyes remember
days of carousel rides, and love without end
Laughter echos through the shadows
and sunshine floods my once worn soul
suddenly everything looks like lisa frank on 40mg Prozac
Suddenly everything looks like lisa frank on 40mg Prozac
A technicolor failure to give a fuck
Avant-garde jazz on a baritone sax
Go-faster stripes on a pick-up truck.
Be happy, nay... joyous
Or even ecstatic
Try to forget
The bogey-man in the attic.
The bogey-man in the attic
Might be just what we need
A story about such
From Vanessa we might read
It'd turn out quite different
From the e're expected plot
Alfred Hitchcock-is twist
With a resulting love knot
That knot might not be
As expected at all
And we'll just have to wait
To see what will befall!
To see what will befall!
I sit and ponder
Thoughts good and bad
My mind does wander
Now my thoughts
Turn more erotic
Spend time with a lover
Somewhere more exotic
Somewhere more exotic
is where I'd like to be
where clothes simply fall away
and passion melts with lusts desire
Some place warm and wet
where the only sounds
are ocean waves, and delicious moans
Are ocean waves and delicious moans
The only succoring sounds
That we'll experience here, my dear,
As our pleasure knows no bounds?
Or will there yet be sighs of wind
And drumming of the rain
As entwined in rapture we lay here
Seeking pleasure e're to gain
Seeking pleasure e're to gain
Alone or in pairs
Exploring all we have to offer
And noting where in past we failed
As we won't be satisfied
Until we've reassured
That all avenues were traveled
No matter where we are lured
No matter where we are lured
We have to commit to the trip
Pleasure is never assured
But still take a gulp, not a sip.
You won't have as deep understanding
As you probably oughta
If you timorously stand where it's safe
And just dip your toe in the water.
Don't be afraid to commit
Don't say "Oh stop it, it pinches"
Just relax a bit
Experience the full eleven inches.
Experience the full eleven inches
Which inflation has left us now
Of a once foot-long hotdog
Served up with chow-chow
Seems many things have shrunk
As time's gone marching by
And golden memories resound
With many a wistful sigh
Whence then the future, dear
As paths and errands meet
To draw us to more memories
Pursued with eager feet
Pursued with eager feet
Steps echoing against the beat
Blood surging through the veins
Beating the drum within my skull
One, one..two, two
First one, then the other
As one speeds up
The other tries as well
Until my feet are eager no more
Until my feet are eager no more
And then beyond, it's understood,
I will march from door to door
Introducing myself to the neighborhood.
Knock, knock, ring-a-ding from house to house
Like an aluminum-siding vendor
Hello I just moved into town
I'm a registered sex-offender.
"I'm a registered sex-offender"
He stated to the horde
"Prove it" the corpulent lady shouted
"I've been awfully board!"
Lifting her voluminous skirt
(More actually like a tent)
She motioned him in
And so in he went
'Twas the last ever seen
Of that particular old chap
For in her fleshy rolls
She has many entrapped
She has many entrapped
Round her little finger they're wrapped
They adorn her in jewelry and clothes
These men she universally loathes
They come across with the cash
Then she administers the lash
A cadre of high-flying execs
All crave to submit during sex
At their laughable fetish she sneers
Whilst forcefully paddling their rears
Her charms she uses amorally
Makes clients all pleasure her orally
For an hour each is her possession
Right up to the end of the session
Then they're given permission to speak
And they all beg 'Same time next week?"
And they all beg 'Same time next week?"
What a frightfully monotonous question!
As if practice of wild, lustful sex
Were indeed a scheduled session!
But, perhaps it may be just that
With our bustley busy lives today
On our calendars marked in red
The dates and times we play
With a start and stop time stated
We have to get right down to work
For if the session is ended
You'd have to have "handiwork"
You'd have to have "handiwork"
When you're left alone
And the toys require the juice
You've consumed and haven't atoned
Cursing the words, damn I hate cords
And the outlet is just so far
Fortunately it is always true
My fingers fit my cookie jar
My fingers fit my cookie jar
and I would make them go so far
into me while having these hot
fantasies of some well hung stud
probing me with his little bud
and doing it until he shot
a full load into me before
he fell asleep without a snore...
the one best fantasy I've got.
Would be had, if you don't mind
If you spare the time
Trading cookies back and forth
Which taste better
Yours or mine
Oh! "Winnie the Pooh" !
The things you make me do!
Just us in the dark
First time was just a lark
But now I'm hooked
Hoping no one ever looks
Hoping no one ever looks
But actually not caring
Our lustful tryst consumes us so
That we're really quite daring
A show put on for none or one
Or two or three or four
Our attention is not at all on them
As each other we adore
As each other we adore
Having felt this once before
We'll dream of endless days
Each moment we're away
Til we chase after the light
And dare hearts delight
And dare hearts delight
by taking off our clothes and
touch each other all over.
That would be before
I would take this one peg of
mine to enter a hole with.
And dare hearts delight
Fragile tho' they may be
Gaining naught if none ventured
Where then? We will see
Into a fanciful golden glow
Of pleasures yet unknown
We'll wend our path with light hearts
And the journey not bemoan
And the journey not bemoan
And the end not celebrate
Unless it's as a beginning
To set you straight again
We'll take deeper breaths
While counting fewer wrongs
Our passions under control
At last, for once, but how long
At last for once,but how long
True love found it's way
to penetrate my guarded heart
Am I really this lucky?
Or is this just a neon dream
That'll fade away with the sun?
"That'll fade away with the sun?"
The question hangs in the air;
Perhaps, but who will know
Unless the chance is taken there
A casino might seem a strange
Analogy for the path our lives endure
But somethings we take a gamble
Which turns out so very pure
Which turns out so very pure
When you trust each step
Leaving doubts in clouds
Tossed upon currents
Thinned, merged or simply no more
Much as the dust within us comes and goes
Captured within our lungs from long ago
Hoping specks swirl from others pure
It's only fair we add our share
Inhale, exhale, vapor adding more
Inhale, exhale, vapor adding more
A molecule of water floating by
Once lubricated tongue of droning bore
Or a heartsick lover's wistful sigh.
Eternal cycles water, steam and ice
This mote has been participating
Making glaciers, elephants and rice
And droughts when not precipitating
With every cup we sip or breath we take
What combined history do we enjoin?
A grape, perhaps, at Nefertiti's wake
Or a Notre Dame stone-mason's sweaty groin
Tears of joy dried on the cheeks
Of lovers reunited
Or spittle filled invective
Of hate incited
The water whence sprung life's first spark
Is somewhere still
Magic molecule making Meadow Lark
Or mud mire move down a Malibu hill
And here, though 'Lush' sounds succulent
Water's shunned. It is the foe.
Electronics becoming truculent
In proximity to H2O.
Although, I've heard...
On the internet
Well-chosen words
Make LynnWitt wet.
