Milkshake Dates
Better days of warm nights
Sleeping with bites through my window shutters lost invite
Spirall my mind cycle this spinning fan
Shaking house these walls of late night bans
What one would give the world in wonder
Old mates wooden box of love and thunder
Open at the close I told my granddaughter
Only with my super secret spell
Does it open for the insanely well
Hearing all who survive storms to tell
Falling trees in powerful breeze
Dusting pictures in her bedroom gloom
Her remedy to no melody
Jane’s morning calamity
Waiting by her wailing wall
Bedroom purgatory in Valhalla halls
Wonderwall of hanging husbands
Hoping he be at least 6 foot tall
Her tapping feet in back seats to every beat
Raucous ovation to Bon Voyage Jovi declerations
Staring into closets of indecisive niceness
The blackening shall drape thy Lady with her lovely shape
No plain Jane or ostentatiously gratuitous
Holding an iced tea or bloodied hatchet
Sitting around the overgrown fire with oversized jackets
Another shrieking violet of boys gone wild before all gets quiet
These two tone talking fake witches, be bitches getting stitches
Queen of the god damn
Stay away from this Trap Door Death Star Madam
Swan Lake in good taste for our favourite frozen cake
One that brother shall not touch or partake
Uncommon of knowledge this Zooper Dooper Super Trooper called my brother
Rhino to Whino, the human reisling goon bag
Raging bull in a fine china workshop
How lovely she be with her walking jeans
Exercising her inner demon
Those yummy legs in front of me ever teasing
Orange the new black panther patrol
Caution all who proceed or pay the lofty toll
Stare too long and an eye shiner it shall be
Insurance enquiry for increased VicRoads TAC
Send me new sight for my old eyes left behind
Left them to be there when she shines so divine
Her sentry sultry eyes do glance side to side
If heaven does not exist in life…they lied
With those stairs of legs painted with liquorice candy
Her days lost holding sheets as she pleads to scream
Opening those cupboard doors devouring her pantry
How it would please to just even tease
Adoring her Lexus Luxury Lavish Lips
Oh, did I mention my all time favourite
Top of the list hips
She throws her love like her favourite shoe
Precision placement on heads or heart of the entire crew
Where does the Lady of Camp Crystal Lake go?
Finding lost mystery this Carmen SanDiego
Witness her midnight become the bursting skittles of our rainbow
No black frown on clouds to sit with her sky crown
Lighthouse when searching for the outhouse
Shit creek with the call of last drinks
Hope of her grace in our darkest place
Smile so I can feel alive and demand life in retrial
If only our Lady of split trackies could see
How any colour would show how lovely you be
Good morning to none until she solves her first mystery
Finding her morning mistress
Coffee reclaimed by thy name on her hit list
Interference shall become your named shame
Tune in on the gossip of all nightly chainmail
Her howling LeStat and the brothers who fail
Boy wolf awaits under her favourite moon
Howl with me under night sky or days blue
Birds singing if she only listened
Nature calling in soulful singing
Thank you admission in humble rendition
Walking up to her front door be no roads of perdition
Travelling Ladette in small trucks with cigarette
Nomad in places that your perfume leaves traces
Take me with you in every sunset
Keep me in that heart shaped war chest
Will you hold my world in these words
Love me but for one summers morning
You will have me always to you so adoring
With hearts we chart a course to dark arts
Sailing the black sea, just you and me
Love and eternity to no enemy
Be my always seen daydream
Days perfect of Sunday
Our special place
Where we find our smile all day
Never to fade as we lay
If it be rain then I am yours until Monday
Best hugs we hold under these covers
Catching time so it waits from us lovers
Always in those eyes to remember
My best year ending December
Should a man need a reason to believe
Don't leave until I get one kiss
My gentle touch on your perfect hips
Would you still go?
If I loved you even more tomorrow
Perfect definition of well spent time
My new Miss Feeling Fine
