Sep 2016
Burning candles and red painted wood, in the corner of the room
That’s where the stolen bar stool stood, that’s where you sit every night
Just playing with your guitar, in your long red gypsy skirt, encased in candle smoke and red painted wood
You invited me back to yours, never told me what for, for that you left my mind guessing
But I see you see the way I look at you; I guess this is my confession
In the kitchen sink, pots are collecting dust; i sort of figured you don’t have much company
On the floor the clothes you wore yesterday, laid out like an epiphany of what’s to be
You’re brown eyes, they saw me looking, then you walked over to me
You could have walked forever; you could have cut straight through me
With each step you take, your clothes slipped off, until all you wore was that red laced thong
Still lingering in the air was your guitar song and my confession
The window partly open, I smelt the pine trees, felt the autumn breeze
My hands wrapped around your waist so hard, you let out a beautiful scream
That never came out, your lips rode across my body, I was your highway, you were a lost passenger trying to find your way home so throughout the night you rode me
My hard hands were scarred, from the years of work and drinking games I’d played, the sun turned out her light, I shut the blinds, my hands ventured to the air between your thighs as on the bed you laid
Her bare breast left nothing much to the imagination, my fingers rolled across them; I’m just a red blooded male here to fill my obligations
She opened herself to me so I let myself in, the sweat poured from my forehead straight to her skin,
I kissed her feet; my tongue stroked her legs, and then ventured back to her bare chest
On the way her mouth opened her sweet neck tipped straight back
Exposing the whiteness beneath her chin and in my hands was her hair, a beautiful jet black
And in that moment, her white skin felt so soft, as we lay and touch each other tenderly
Then she mentioned something about us being forever, I got dressed and took my leave
I’m just a ******* red blooded man trying to fill my boots, not looking for committed relations
I left that woman lying on the bed, remembering all of my confessions
She could be there, a long, long time
That’s where the stolen bar stool stood, that’s where you sit every night
Just playing with your guitar, in your long red gypsy skirt, encased in candle smoke and red painted wood
You invited me back to yours, never told me what for, for that you left my mind guessing
But I see you see the way I look at you; I guess this is my confession
In the kitchen sink, pots are collecting dust; i sort of figured you don’t have much company
On the floor the clothes you wore yesterday, laid out like an epiphany of what’s to be
You’re brown eyes, they saw me looking, then you walked over to me
You could have walked forever; you could have cut straight through me
With each step you take, your clothes slipped off, until all you wore was that red laced thong
Still lingering in the air was your guitar song and my confession
The window partly open, I smelt the pine trees, felt the autumn breeze
My hands wrapped around your waist so hard, you let out a beautiful scream
That never came out, your lips rode across my body, I was your highway, you were a lost passenger trying to find your way home so throughout the night you rode me
My hard hands were scarred, from the years of work and drinking games I’d played, the sun turned out her light, I shut the blinds, my hands ventured to the air between your thighs as on the bed you laid
Her bare breast left nothing much to the imagination, my fingers rolled across them; I’m just a red blooded male here to fill my obligations
She opened herself to me so I let myself in, the sweat poured from my forehead straight to her skin,
I kissed her feet; my tongue stroked her legs, and then ventured back to her bare chest
On the way her mouth opened her sweet neck tipped straight back
Exposing the whiteness beneath her chin and in my hands was her hair, a beautiful jet black
And in that moment, her white skin felt so soft, as we lay and touch each other tenderly
Then she mentioned something about us being forever, I got dressed and took my leave
I’m just a ******* red blooded man trying to fill my boots, not looking for committed relations
I left that woman lying on the bed, remembering all of my confessions
She could be there, a long, long time
