Food For Thought

Its is easier to poison people slowly through their habits then to offer healthy solutions

Deep in Thought

A confused mind

thoughts of unclear perfection

still a sense of truth

in words of deception

carefully moving, weary of the motion.

All around faces too many.

Close your eyes and the mist will lift

Trust will follow, just be careful not to wallow

Ron Flatow © 2005

You’re Such a Tease

It was late at night

And out of the corner of my eyes
I could see your body going to the beat
Swaying back and fourth grinding to the heat

All the eyes where on you stripping you down

With drinks in their hands starring at your curvy ass
You’re just throwing it around and teasing them on
they look like horn dog puppies following you round

you’ve got that motion
you’re such a tease
moving like a snake tongue in the breeze
cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire

They couldn’t keep up ‘cause they were drunk
guys lining up and dancing around up on the balcony looking down
everyone was trying to steel a feel
a flashing mirrored ball made it surreal

each time a guy tried you just shook your finger no
you’d smile and grin wearing that short body skin
Licking your lips and throwing your hips
you new what you were doing just playing the game.

you’ve got that motion
you’re such a tease
moving like a snake tongue in the breeze
cause’ your looking for one to fill the fire