laurzenheimer
if i couldn't hear music
i wouldn't know joy
from inside my eardrum
to the depths of my soul
the sound of a guitar
strum dirtily
turns me on in my gut
and brings me to sing
sounds of symphony
chords of glory
riffs of rough boys
beat of my nights
feed my earlobes
keep me smiling
© LL
amuse me with your movement
just your smile makes me giggle
grow on me with moments
that your soft lips touch & tickle
grab me how you want me
and make me feel your skin so
i can work my way into your brain
just to make you un-single
i'm trying to keep myself on lock
and not let us be stupid
because for what it seems
we really make
other couples look like rejects
© LL
i amuse myself with antics
that are very shy of dramatic
it's a simple game in tantric
how i totally lead you on
i'm not trying to be a problem
but you've let me get inside you
just your head and how i said
whatever you needed to hear
so if you can't take the heat
of how you sat me in your seat
it won't get any easier
you'll only fall more deep
© LL
i'm with the band
i said to the man
i'm here to start the party
they make the music
but i rock the body
and i've been the band aid
long before they came
but i pick and chose wisely
because i'm crazy, not insane
i'm down for whatever
but it's best if you can rage
and take a break to re-wet your lips
and come kiss me on the side of the stage
© LL
lightning storm
across the world
bright lights flashing
for the show
sky lights up
as the temperature gets high
the people all watch
and the clouds float by
its whiter than the sun
kids are not sure what it is
just electrifying beams
that make the night pretty
© LL
violet red
inside my head
copper coats my cranium
for candy flips
and dj's rip me
insane mixes to freak with
i'm just having fun
don't hurt anyone
but can work myself in a tizzy
and i'm smart about
what i talk about
i'm might be dizzy
but not ditsy
© LL
violent and bold
immortally old
irreverently strange
but doesn't play games
bold when you know
but quiet for a show
listens to advice
but always thinks twice
smarter each day
letting God sway
certain for change
saving my name
© LL
Cinderella style living. a place to put your things in. a floor to mop. a space that was sloppy is now clean, fresh and crispy. laundry done and dishes washed. you got a new swiffer because you're a cleanly little wife. it smells like lemon and everything's better because you got your chore done.
the color of slapping and the art of a plum. the name of a dumb person and bugs bunny's fun. the sight of the serious blood bath that comes from a cut that's as deep as a pocket filled with old rust.