High Maintenance
Continuing my advice for men series...
High maintenance woman
Celebrate the extra effort
the labour to look her best.
Maintenance is for your good
and not a frustrating test.
There are a thousand steps
little things and work to do
from the crown of a "just so" coif
to the heel of her italian shoe.
The pursuit of the perfect look
gives her pleasure, fills the time.
Wait quietly, smile, read a book.
Time spent on beauty is no crime.
Enjoy the work. Enjoy her pride
And salad dressing goes on the side...
Shoes
Oh how good it feels
to love a woman in killer heels.
Enjoy this unique form of pleasure
and walk with beauty in italian leather.
Nothing could be more deeply scorned
than a woman's foot poorly adorned.
If you wondering what next to do,
Gents, it's time to praise her shoe.
Praise the colour, the work, the toe
Admire her ankle, calf, as if you know,
the look results from her fine tone
and you will never feel alone.
Stiletto, slide, court, or mary jane,
love her shoes to your great gain.
Temple
Temple bells ring with my devotion
Wishes warm, baring, wanting, eager
these prayers bring on extreme emotion
the meditations of a pleasure seeker
my escape from life's dull race
hard on the soul, soft on the eyes
this open welcoming heavenly place
echoes with longing plaintive sighs.
Through the hours of contemplation
on perfection, God's unique precision,
I experience new desires and elation
brought out by an ecstatic vision.
Here is my temple crafted with care,
your body, the object of my prayers.
physiotherapy
Life can become tight bound in knots
Each new movement bringing pain.
Both defence and burden,
this stiffness
protects a deeply hidden strain.
Some ignore the signs, afraid
to complain,
too tight to heal.
Surrender to gentle skilled hands,
kneading knots into a joyful tingle,
as the muscle of life
stretches again.
the overcast blues
the overcast blues
I got up this morning and the sky was grey
I went to bed and wished the day away
I got up again. This time the sky was black
but, oh, no, no, there's no way to go back
I have the blues because it's overcast
these dark sky blues are gonna last
I walked out the door. It started to rain
I watched the neighbours get wet again
I stood in the street; waited for a train
the water kept coming like an old burst main.
I have the blues because it's overcast
these grey sky blues are gonna last
I went to my work and wished for the sun.
But no blue skies are ever gonna come
When I was done, the light was gone
But those overcast skies are still going on.
I have the blues and it's overcast
these grey sky blues are gonna last
I have the blues because it's overcast
lets' hope these clouds go really fast
bring on spring
bring on spring and its sunny days.
let me wander in a love lorn haze,
as beautiful bare skin returns to view
and passions of all sorts sprout anew.
bring on spring. let all our hearts race,
sunlight falling on your smiling face.
let's get joyous until happiness hurts;
bring on spring and the return of flirts.
