At the end of the day, it could go either way Much like at the end of this song Well I write for a while then I sink to a smile When I think how you draw me along.
Well we came with a story, a beautiful poem, Unheard verses locked deep in our soul And to way to discover what's locked in a lover Find the key that will fit the keyhole.
Must we all be inspired? Seems like that's how I'm wired I've got something to share, but it seems That I still blame myself for what sits on the shelf Unreleased from my closet of dreams.
From rejection to strife, anger cuts like a knife And it tore at the door to my pride It was then your sweet voice through the keyhole rejoiced And released the deadbolt from inside.
So now I can tell you just what's on my mind I am corny and weird and unkind, sometimes But I say what I feel 'cause i know what is real And it sure beats what I left behind.
Thought the answer was finding the right key For the words and the music to roll But the Master unlocking life's sweet mystery Is the Love sown in each others soul.
The hottest lines - one after the other I devour Salty - sultry - tasty - juicy sweet like a toasted flower. The ink runs from the corners of my brain, Oh God, have I been eating poetry again?
I made the mistake of swallowing one set of rhymes when The librarian appeared, putting on her necklace chained Reading glasses while looking down her nose. Her eyeballs rolled, her head shook out her woes.
Tearing off another page with her walking toward me, She was about to release the dogs - I had nowhere to flee. She stomped her feet and began to weep As I crumple the next page into a heap.
She backed away as I snarl and I bark, Crunch, crunch, crunch - swallowing all the way to the question mark. Finding her nerve she approaches me with a moan, Then I watch in amazement as she tears off a page of her own.
Folding it up in the palm of her hand, she smiles And growls and shoves the whole page in while Pulling out another book from a hidden pocket in her dress. We sneak off together into a hidden recess.
The hottest lines - one after the other we devour Salty - sultry - tasty - juicy sweet like toasted flowers. The ink runs from the corners of our brains, Oh God, have we been eating poetry again?
With baited eyes we snarl and bark Chomping with joy in our bookish dark.
Your arms wrapped around me Just sitting on the couch Humming along to the songs of our favorite movie And I'm in that sweet spot Where I'm wrapped tight in your arms Rain pitter pattering on the windows Almost asleep but not quite Just at the edge of consciousness Where my leg twitches but I still know I'm in your arms And i can still feel your breathing With my head on your shoulder Still hear you laugh when I twitch This sweet spot should last forever But our favorite song comes on
Let me peel those layers off you And run my tongue over you All of you While your hands explore me Got a few places where You should put them
I got your scent all over me Intoxicating me gently Soft moans in the dark Or light, however you like it There are fire flies in the sky And hummingbirds in my stomach
A gentle pressure I'd like you to built up Within me There: my innermost thighs Something to wrap around you Get comfortable in my skin Linger for a while And cause a sweet explosion
The sweeter you are The naughtier I get I swear honey Nothing's too small Nothing's too big I'll gladly take Whatever you got...
You're packed within a mystery Can only guess your story Of how you came to be this way And who should get the glory I cannot blame your mother Nor your dad for they were young Although the stars were out that night Your spark had yet to come They had no clue when they made you That you would be a man Who likes his dogs with ketchup And his beans right from the can While no one knows exactly why You act within your means The books suggest a tie between Environment and genes While smarter guys philosophize And science can't be wrong, ha! The life we lead is just the seed Of folks who'll come along For life, designed in secret As well it ought to be Dates back before the science books A sweet old mystery
