a new perspective
It isn't every day you come across someone exceptional.
a hint, a spark, a sideways glance.
Something irrepressible.
Someone Irresistible.
Objections inadmissible.
You have to take a stance and sometimes let forever be.
There's nothing needed here: no space, no inch, no hint, no tip, no discombobulation.
At most you'll need to batten down the hatches and embrace the adolation.
Insipid caterwauling, hooting, name-hollering, senselessly desensitized to reason.
All within a tonal range akin to baritone but strangely teenage-cracked and shouting to the sky.
a reaction unaccustomed to this guy.
Is it intentional? He's the only gent who knows.
A last dance, and this time put some boogie in it.
I can't pretend to know the time, it's possible a million years have passed since we first stood here mouthes agog and legs akimbo.
I must insist before we touch that whether you're a gentleman or not I am certainly a woman - antithesis of what you'd call a bimbo.
I'll take your hand but you should know...
This isn't my first rodeo...
Sometimes being greedy is the only way to get the things you want.
Do you deserve it? Well, that's not the point. It's that you want it and you make it so.
It's not the only way to go but it can be rewarding.
The act of thwarting others' plans to put the prize into your hands...
Truth be told? It turns me on to use a man just like a pawn and take and take and take and take and take.
(I'd be remiss if I forgot the times I let your lot commit your crimes and make me fake and fake and fake)
So now? I'm in this tasty place while studying your boyish face and thinking of the ways I'd like to use it.
I'll make it seem like it was your idea (we'll put the 'crime' back in the old 'Crimea') and suck and suck and suck and suck and suck...
Believe me when I tell you friend: you've got your hands on my rear end but shortly you'll be running out of luck.
I didn't bring you here to 'get you off' or 'let you have me' instead it's with a mind to get me fucked.
So whether you complete your task I can't care less.
Now where's my flask? I'm thirsty. You can go.
I liked the way you looked at me.
There wasn't much I couldn't see.
You've got yourself a healthy coat.
I'd pet you but you might have fleas - A truly untoward disease
(I'd much prefer avoid a further malady, the drink has done enough to change my tune and several whims in their totality)
I came here seeking strictly inspiration.
Do you know why I look the way I do?
It's just for me, it's not for you or any of your half-wit droning 'buds'
Where is my next line?
When is the bewitching time?
At what point shall I make you mine?
I'm staying thirsty.
This might be it for now.
I was hoping for some 'wow'
How easy it once was to fill a page.
Long red hair and short black boots.
Brace yourself, I'm ready for the stage.
a hint, a spark, a sideways glance.
Something irrepressible.
Someone Irresistible.
Objections inadmissible.
You have to take a stance and sometimes let forever be.
There's nothing needed here: no space, no inch, no hint, no tip, no discombobulation.
At most you'll need to batten down the hatches and embrace the adolation.
Insipid caterwauling, hooting, name-hollering, senselessly desensitized to reason.
All within a tonal range akin to baritone but strangely teenage-cracked and shouting to the sky.
a reaction unaccustomed to this guy.
Is it intentional? He's the only gent who knows.
A last dance, and this time put some boogie in it.
I can't pretend to know the time, it's possible a million years have passed since we first stood here mouthes agog and legs akimbo.
I must insist before we touch that whether you're a gentleman or not I am certainly a woman - antithesis of what you'd call a bimbo.
I'll take your hand but you should know...
This isn't my first rodeo...
Sometimes being greedy is the only way to get the things you want.
Do you deserve it? Well, that's not the point. It's that you want it and you make it so.
It's not the only way to go but it can be rewarding.
The act of thwarting others' plans to put the prize into your hands...
Truth be told? It turns me on to use a man just like a pawn and take and take and take and take and take.
(I'd be remiss if I forgot the times I let your lot commit your crimes and make me fake and fake and fake)
So now? I'm in this tasty place while studying your boyish face and thinking of the ways I'd like to use it.
I'll make it seem like it was your idea (we'll put the 'crime' back in the old 'Crimea') and suck and suck and suck and suck and suck...
Believe me when I tell you friend: you've got your hands on my rear end but shortly you'll be running out of luck.
I didn't bring you here to 'get you off' or 'let you have me' instead it's with a mind to get me fucked.
So whether you complete your task I can't care less.
Now where's my flask? I'm thirsty. You can go.
I liked the way you looked at me.
There wasn't much I couldn't see.
You've got yourself a healthy coat.
I'd pet you but you might have fleas - A truly untoward disease
(I'd much prefer avoid a further malady, the drink has done enough to change my tune and several whims in their totality)
I came here seeking strictly inspiration.
Do you know why I look the way I do?
It's just for me, it's not for you or any of your half-wit droning 'buds'
Where is my next line?
When is the bewitching time?
At what point shall I make you mine?
I'm staying thirsty.
This might be it for now.
I was hoping for some 'wow'
How easy it once was to fill a page.
Long red hair and short black boots.
Brace yourself, I'm ready for the stage.