I've had my share
of naked luck
but I make love
I do not ****

Don't get me wrong
I'm not unable
I simply prefer
to be strong and stable

Let my lips explore
the curves of your body
I'll start at your neck
and get more and more naughty

I'm blessed with size
I've learned technique
the foreplay alone
will bring you to the peak

I know that I'm forward
and hope not to offend
but trust me on this one
you won't have to pretend

So free up my fingers
and your wish I'll fulfill
show me what you like
and I'll bend to your will

I'll make your lips quiver
and you will arch your back
you'll be telling tales
of my skills in the sack

Don't take me for cocky
I prefer confident
and know I'm not selfish
I'll leave you content

It's not my intent
to get you on your knees
I won't aim for your eye
I aim only to please!

Are you blind?
Do you not see?
The pain and hurt,
you're causin' me?

Face to face
with either of you
my rage at the other
It will show through

One stole my love
The other my friend
Is this the way
the tale will end?

I'm losin' out
why must I endure?
Are you the disease?
Or are you the cure?

Am I condemned
to push the stone?
In vain I wait
and remain alone

"Don't beg and plead"
I'm told by pride
But what else can I do
when I'd rather have died?

A stab in the back
A slap in the face
and all of sudden
I've lost my place

The place in her heart
That I loved so dear
The place at his side
A friend so clear

She's stolen my heart
He's stolen my lover
They've stolen my smile
Why must I recover?

Now I've lost it all
I've lost my way
I've lost my will
What more can I say?

Perhaps you were cold
or maybe broke and hungry
but know it was bold
to pilfer things from me

If it was unattended
I might understand
but it was ******* attended
very ******* close at hand

At least you were decent
and left me my keys
Oh, wait! No you're a ****
I hope your **** gets disease

If I ever find you
I'll rip out all your teeth
I wouldn't **** you, true
but you're a worthless, ******* thief.

Now I'm not quick to anger
and I've got a long fuse
you best accept the danger
with the targets you choose

So know that I'm ******
and I'm ready to attack
You're high on my ****-list
and I want my ******* coat back

You told me today
that now you're afflicted
but no re-hab required
it's to me you're addicted

Don't rush to your doctor
Just run straight to me
I'll relieve your addiction
and I'll do it for free

All I ask in return
is that you keep me booked
'Cause now that you mention it
I'll admit that I'm hooked

Allowing ourselves
to be tangled together
could keep us both warm
in the coldest of weather

Our arms engaging
and our fingers entwined
my hand in your hair
and your smile on my mind

With our lips crossed
and the way I've persisted
I hope you won't mind
if my tongue's a bit twisted

But being twisted with you
is a whole other beat
so lets get tangled up
put our song on repeat

So lets let ourselves
get tangled together
and let my arms be
the most gentle tether

to keep you as close
as you'd like to be
but just out of reach
is too far for me

You don't eat bacon
I like you more than bacon
Bacon rules

Please forgive my hesitation
at instigation of flirtation.
Did I ensure my elimination?
My romantic assassination?
I'll gladly partake in any placation,
for any chance of indoctrination
to the centralization of your concentration.
An operation of admiration.
A correlation of inflammation.
Your gravitation brings animation,
exclamation and elongation.
My specialization is duration.
Not to hint at a connotation,
but I feel a certain *******
by an obligation to a certain destination
where your presentation gives me restoration.
Petrification?
Total mind evacuation?
Would clarification bring fascination?
Stimulation!
Salivation!
Gratification!
Insinuation of fornication?
A simple salutation to syncopation.
Would a single bright carnation
be enough of a motivation,
for a two way relocation?
Would poetic recitation
be sufficient lubrication
for collaboration?
A consolidation?
Or an exacerbation of isolation?
Please hold no reservation,
I've only got one aspiration.
To achieve a higher elevation;
by means of inhalation,
or a certain recreation
involving a bit of perspiration
along with physical communication.
Does this seem such a bad situation?
Or are you ready for pure elation?

Something about you
is so new and exciting
Giving me feelings
I don't feel like fighting

I don't mean to be forward
or to come on too strong
but it seems to be mutual
will you say if I'm wrong?

So keep taking my hand
without hesitation
and keep being impulsive
without preparation

You'll never regret it
I give you my word
Tell me if I'm foolish
or sounding absurd

I stand here like atlas
the world on my shoulder
The people around me
have only grown colder

Your caring and warmth
took me by surprise
I saw what I wanted
deep in your blue eyes

I've never been lower
than when we first met
but the pain I was feelin'
you made me forget

You pushed her from my mind
with your gentle gaze
and left me to wonder
my head in a daze

Now you're far away
but still in my head
I can't help but wish
you were here in my bed

But enough of my hopes
and my wandering dreams
I still feel I'm tearing
apart at the seams

So stitch me up proper
with fine threads of trust
and pull them through sweetly
with a needle of lust

My mind is tattered
but my whits are keen
my intentions are *****
but my hands are clean

I'll massage your back
and rub your neck
There won't be a need
to keep me in check

I'll bring you flowers
and take you out to eat
Perhaps even new shoes
to get you off your feet

If I search for you
just what will I find?
Until I have found it
you'll be on my mind

With something to hope for
and nowhere to be
I'll sit here and wonder
if you're thinking of me

That may be unlikely
I may not have a clue
but whatever the case
I'll be thinking of you

So let me get to know you
I won't press romance
but I won't stop it either
Will you give me a chance?

I've had my share
of *** and drugs
but I'm not like
those other thugs

I'm a big fan
of rock n' roll
but I'd rather kiss you
than smoke a bowl

I spend lots of time
rockin' out
truely  I'd rather
be taking you out

you're such a good girl
I'm such a bad guy
how did such  a bad man
catch such a good eye?

you make me
such a happy guy
lifting me beyond
any other high

This "***-smokin-liberal"
has really lucked out
so excited and happy
so pleased he could shout

I took her out
we drove
we walked
we drove
we ate
we drove
she left
i sat
i sat and thought of how i had done
I sat and asked myself "did she have fun?"
I sat and worried and I drove
I drove and worried about the girl in the grove
I worried
I drove
I walked
I sat
I thought
The first I'd found to be like me
Peace and love, another hippie
Bob and The Beatles, Janis and The Doors
such wonderful tunes, what's not to adore?
I sat
I thought
I listened
I thought
I called
Called to ask if she had a good time
Called to find that I'd done fine
Or so she said but I'm not sure
I'll just be nervous, there's only one cure
I smoked

My night had been boring
my morning was bland
'til you laid that little
blue rubber in my hand

the people around us
filed through the door
I looked at you
as my jaw hit the floor

I picked myself up
and sat down at your side
hoping that maybe
we'd go for a ride

we sat and talked
just shootin the ****
discussing the next time
that you'd take a hit

I said I was starved
it's making me sick
with this *** deprivation
I need someone to lick

we sat there flirting
smiling, makin' eyes
I nearly suggested
we go spread your thighs

I often want
to have you for the night
take you somewhere quiet
and do what feels right

I know what to do
I'm staying on track
I've got what it takes
to make you arch your back

Don't call me a sinner
don't call me immoral
I know you're like me
care for some oral?

You're so very ****
I can't speak my mind
the things I would do to you
and your perfect behind

If you feel the same
please do let me know
for I'll be ready for lovin
You'll get quite a show

The crush that you had
is it gone for good?
maybe just let me
check under the hood?

There I was
Drunk on the move
talkin' it up
gettin into my groove

and along they came
four seasons in all
but who I met first
I can't seem to recall

summer was sweet
fall and winter were chill
but not until spring came
did I feel the thrill

we talked for awhile
she told me "wait here"
so that's where I sat
alone with my beer

it's all up to chance now
I can't do a thing
I could just be sitting here
waiting for spring

but shortly I saw her
come in through the door
stepping over a pirate
and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor

she sat with me there
I'd not waited in vain
I hope that this girl
lets me see her again

But a glassy eyed vampire
burst in wearing flip-flops
and said to the crowd
"better split, its the cops!"

and split we all did
had to make wing
now she's gone again
and I'm waiting for spring

days later on campus
I saw her once more
no costume or liquor
feet firm on the floor

we laughed for awhile
but she had to split
I asked all cool
and she gave me her digits

we kicked it again
now I wait for the ring
and once more I find myself
waiting for spring