just a thought – 6
there is nothing sexier
than a confident woman
Tag: sexy
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).
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The Beautiful Redhead
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.
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Devil Girl Diaries – 8 (Home)
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
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Devil Girl Diaries – 2 (The Breakup)
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
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Devil Girl Diaries
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
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Halloween Fun
Lonely Author had a little Halloween fun with his better half; his muse turned Fairy.
Hope everyone had a safe one.
The Lonely Author 