Your Body Is My Obsession

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Imagine Lonely Author standing besides his beach chair. Baseball cap worn backwards, bling bling on every finger, and a thick chain hanging around his neck with the words “Gangsta Poem Boyz.”

Now, for a little change of pace.  Presenting the sinful, soulful, sexy, smooth sounds of DJ Lonely Author.

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Your Body Is My Obsession

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Let me be the rhythm
that rocks your swaying hips
Let the taste of me linger
like that red gloss on your sexy lips

I want to be the sinner
Who watches you undressing
I want to be the priest
cause it’s your body I’ll be blessing

Baby you’re making an impression          (Chorus)     
I want you to be my possession
Baby I got to make a confession
Your body is my obsession

Need to be your baker
You’ll be the pastry that I’ll devour
Need to be a time keeper
So I can take you hour after hour

Your body is my obsession
It is the only thing I’m dreaming of
So let me be the one who provokes
your delicious cries of love.

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(Lonely Author drops mic and walks off the beach).

 

 

Badassery

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Yesterday, I had the pleasure of reading “bad ass” posts from three female bloggers. Those of you who have read my Devil Girl Diaries already know I have a weakness for bad girls.

These ladies (and I won’t say their names to be sure I don’t offend) have inspired me to write a bad boy piece.  This is out of my usual writing comfort zone, but here it goes.  A taste of bad boy Chimp.

 

Badassery

This New Yorker is not like other dudes
definitely, not like this latest generation
young punks who can’t pay a restaurant check
cowards looking for courage behind a cell text
I am good and bad and everything in between
I drink my Johnnie Walker straight with no ice
don’t want anything watered down
not my drinks, my words, definitely not my sex

I won’t ask you for a kiss, I will take it
don’t misinterpret me, there will be tenderness
this gentleman will hold the door open for you
and slap your ass as you walk by
don’t like making love, but I love making out
forget beds, don’t need cushion when I’m pushing
I’d introduce you to the floor, shower, and every wall
as we make perspiring memories with a sigh

I love the ladies, have enjoyed quite a few
Superman had kryptonite, I have my weakness too
love legs, feet, lingerie, breasts, and bad ass girls
yeah, I adore the ladies full of badassery
no I won’t flinch like other cowards
love creative women who challenge my brain
if a confident bad ass woman can blow my mind
well then, she may be able to handle the rest of me

 

Photo of my wife Allie taken Halloween 2014