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).

 

 

The Beautiful Redhead

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The Beautiful Redhead

She wore her red hair

like a fragrance by Chanel.

An elegant tapestry of

silky curls and waves.

The ebb and flow of her locks

calming like a starry night.

If she only knew

what I would give

to caress her hair tonight.

 

Photo of redhead from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER: I am the Lonely Author and I approve of this message.

Devil Girl Diaries – 8 (Home)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.This is our story.

slumped in the back of the cab

feeling like a corpse

I eyed the crowds and lights

of a crowded city full of life

exhausted by my search for Allie

 the wild sexual scenarios

that tortured my vivid imagination 

 I resigned myself to the worse

minutes later I entered my apartment

flicked on the lights

there she was naked on my couch

her legs formed an erotic V

she opened her arms to invite me in

I ran to her angry relieved

curious to know

buried my head in her warm full breasts

her heart whispered to me

I want to believe her words

I needed to know she was only mine

she pushed my head

down past her flat belly

I shut my eyes

I can’t share you Devil Girl

See you next week

Devil Girl Diaries – 2 (The Breakup)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Standing outside the food court

My wobbly knees barely supporting me

Two construction workers approached her

what kind of foolish game was this?

As one reached for her hand

I stormed out of the mall

burning cheeks scorching everything around me

I refuse to share my girl

I refused to play this game

We didn’t speak for days

Ignored her texts, calls, and messages

then I accidentally heard one voicemail

she wept like a baby

I called her, promising to visit her the next day

Allie opened the door and rushed me

Her red eyes full of moist regret

her nakedness embellished the hallway

“I will not share what is mine”

She smiled at my naive words

She replied, “loving is sharing”

from the bedroom came a gorgeous brunette

wearing heels, a smile, and a wicked scent

she impressed me with her outfit

before I could ask, Allie smiled “This is Pandora.

if you love me, let me watch you do her”

what the hell, we are supposed to be arguing

She whispered, “Do you love me Andrew?”

struggling with the stirring in my jeans

I shut my eyes and sighed

Yes I love you Devil Girl

More next Saturday

Devil Girl Diaries

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Devil Girl Diaries

Every man has that one unforgettable female that will haunt him until the end of time; the chick that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. My muse had a nickname. Devil Girl I called her. My name is Andrew. This is our story.

Determined to explore the depths of sexuality

Devil Girl took me to heights I had never known

our exploits began on a sunny day at a mall

returning from the ladies room

she jammed her wet red thong in my hand

the act left me trembling like a frightened deer

her short skirt threatened to expose

the sweet treasure I refused to share

the image of her bare ass caught my breath

teasing, taunting, and provoking me

she strutted away in high heels

intoxicated by her swaying skirt   

my heart pounded against my ribs

devoid of saliva thirst overwhelmed me

Devil girl slinked into the food court

sat across a ravenous construction crew

before I could beg my nymph to stop

her beautiful pale legs parted slightly

exposing the paradise that was only mine

my life would never be the same

More Devil Girl Diaries next Saturday