The New Age of Man

What is wrong with this new age of man?
They no longer open our doors or pull out our chairs.
They no longer give us the simplest romantic gestures and loving stares.
They no longer take us on dates just to spend quality time.
They no longer buy us nice flowers with a note “Just because you are mines”.
They no longer date us to actually get to know us inside and out.
They no longer write us beautiful love letters and poems telling us what they’re all about.
They no longer take us for romantic walks along the beach.
They no longer talk to us with respect when they speak.
They no longer call us ladies, miss or ma’am.
They no longer like to walk and hold our hands.
They no longer call to tell us good morning and goodnight.
They no longer show that for our love they are willing to fight.
The men who still do all of these things are a rare commodity.
But maybe there are more of you out there possibly.



The beauty in your eyes

And the softness of your body

Sends me into overdrive.

The feel of your fingers

Running up and down my spine

Has my body feeling so alive.

The sweetness of your lips

I just can’t resist.

The taste of your tongue

Has already got me sprung.

This night that we share

Has taken a turn for the better.

Just looking into your eyes

Is making me wetter.

You whisper so softly in my ear

I close my eyes

And I start to shiver.

From the touch of your fingers

Kissing me from head to toe

You know just how to make me quiver.

Feeling Ecstasy . . .

Feeling Ecstasy . . .

Both Climaxing . . .

Both Climaxing . . .

Wetness is all around us

Now we’re swimming in passion.

You say you need a breather

But sorry if I show no compassion.

We keep this thing going until

We are both dry like a desert!

Now tell me baby who else

Can give it to you better?

Its something that you do to me

But I know you won’t be here for eternity

So I’m glad that with me you had tons of fun

Im even more glad that I was able to make you cum

We have felt the Ecstasy . . .

We have both Climaxed . . .

True Love

We always speak about true love but how do you know what it is

Is it the fact that I long to be with you when you aren’t around

Or how sad I get inside when I miss your call and can’t hear your voice

Is it the fact that in your arms I feel safe from any harm

Or how happy you make me feel when you just stare into my eyes

What is this true love that we speak of?

Is it the way you make my heart skip a beat when you whisper sweet nothings to me

Is it the fact that you’d give your life for me or that you don’t have any uncertainties

Is it how you make me your top priority even though you have so many responsibilities

What is this true love that we all speak of?


Remind me of the 4th of July
There’s always magic in the air
Romancing with the special one
Who gives you butterflies
With just one look in the eyes
And the twinkle in their smile
Oh how I love fireworks!
Makes you believe in true love
With that special someone
Who takes your breath away
When the fireworks go off
You imagine a life full of love
A life full of magical bliss
In that moment nothing
No nothing can make you disbelieve
That in the magic you have found it
You have finally found love
Oh how I love fireworks!
It’s where the unbelievable happens,