#sexiness
Heat in the room
Asks me the truth, of a star
Lend me an ear, in the voice of a poem
Little more than a choice taken to afar
Heat in the way
Of a role in cares that does come my way
Add mere in front of me, the sit of day
Has a shrewder eye for a trade of many and may
Heat in the corner
Where a smile and a tow, belong
Through and through, my need is a shoulder
Time is mine to hear, the sides of a song
Heat in the run
Of a mortal coil, I understand to date
Reason so fine, and a whole may of the sun
Was my smile in the dark, or is a liberty a sate?
Heat in the wishes
Whether bared, or in the lips of a stare
The music comes up with a risen edge, of riches
One only can find in the past's breath, that has a mirror
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
Oil embarrasses me...
Now, with a sunshine...
The character of a keep...
To look where some, have a mind...
Take me
To the proverbial rose bush
Sakes of well-wishers, to see
The hour of a voice, I gush...
When a swallowed pride
Has a speed, of the other side
Of a shadow, forth when shied
How come, I can relate to a smile?
Fate, despair
Has a soothing price, for pride
When oil smiles, the challenge of hair
Heed a pace, ask the difference; to invite...?
A hat to a party, share
A giving star, for a quiet seem
We make in the knowing, care
With the flower of dread; with a sweet breeze...
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
Tides
Home is such a saving grace
Lips no one wanted to kiss, but knew a shadow sigh's
Care and stare the song of deeds, when suggestion needs space
Livid hope
Taking the time, in a windy reach
To affirm the guarantee of promised firsts of lasts cope
The liberty of a renown, has a moment to understand each?
Chances with a world
That has seen the better of how, in the realm of us
To seek but one more fate, in the piety we encounter...
A happier face, has appeared to question the cause:
Speed is so special, life in a round eye to understate the wishes
We know in the courage, if not the heroism of a wry austerity
Time to treatise, in the ley of the land, with shoes to see, isn't
Is a fairing gift to seek the surreal, with a patience's, charity...
Lords of today...?
Silent as a given choice is, a privilege to where the wait
Of a coming breeze, said to be a whole with interim to offer, a wage
Of to each, their quiet is an angel, but that answer is nearing quaintly...
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
If you asked if I would skinny dip
You would have hit it on the nose.
But that was back when I was still
Rather attractive without clothes.
Now I don’t go around naked
As long as it is in my power.
I’ve gotten so fat and wrinkly
I wear ****** even in the shower.
I’m not kidding around a bit
When I talk about this aging stuff.
I not only don’t look so ****
When I walk around in the buff,
There are certain types of clothes
I do much better to avoid wearing;
Me in sweat pants or leggings
Is not a sight I enjoy sharing.
I’ve begun to look a bit like
Laundry that is not quite dry.
I’m not much surprised by this
Because I understand why.
I have been around a long time
And have enjoyed my ice cream
But it makes one into a pudding
And makes other people scream.
It’s just not a good idea these days
To show of what time has done.
There are such things as hotties
But I know for sure I am not one.
You know those Botox babies
You see on the Hallmark Channel?
Notice how they don’t look like
Their faces are made of flannel?
Well, I’m not into all that stuff,
That reconstructive surgery.
I don’t expect to look today
Like an escapee from a nursery.
I just make wardrobe choices well
Bearing my current self in mind.
I look upon some of it as wise
And some of it as me being kind.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC