TO MY FAVOURITE LOVER
doubt youíll ever read this Ė youíd think that I was mad.
just that Iíve been thinking of the good times that weíve had.
two years I have known you, though hardly known at all;
donít have long discussions, you hardly ever call.
donít talk about politics, our jobs, our friends, the past.
time I come to see you I fear could be the last.
naturally quiet, I think a little shy.
far as I can tell, a pretty normal sort of guy.
when we get together Ė your lovely Ďwelcomeí smile;
wrap your arms around me, and itís heaven for a while.
something good between us, a mutual sort of fit.
know that Iím your type, and as to my type Ė well youíre it!
way you touch and hold me! The
way youíre always hot!
way you always want to lick my pussy such a lot!!
love your sexy eyes, I love your shoulders and your hair.
love the silent, gentle, lazy pleasure that we share.
time goes by so quickly; three hours, often four,
all weíve done is suck and fuck and lick and fuck some more.
sexí is what you call it. Itís
always, always good.
feels so right and comfortable, the way good loving should.
know just what I need Ė you do it better than the rest.
my pussyís soulmate Ė your loving is the best.
hold you in the fading light, and wonder at my luck,
I should have a lover who is such a brilliant fuck!
"I want sex; letís take it from there!
Five foot ten, blue eyes, blond hair.
New to this, so donít know what to say,
Fit and attractive (told so, anyway).
If youíre after commitment, Iím not the one,
Just looking for No Strings Attached adult fun.
Try anything once, but no pain or piss,
And if youíre a big girl, Iíll give it a miss.
You wonít be disappointed, Iím good in bed,
Iím quite well-endowed (so my girlfriends have
Iím not some perv, just a regular guy.
Youíve nothing to lose, why not give me a try?
So send me your photo (itís only fair),
Letís chat on the phone and then take it from
(No timewasters, please, or prossies or queers,
Just genuine single ladies!
SECRET GARDEN, PART TWO
house in the country, a house of dark stone;
Beside the bleak moors, it stands proudly alone.
A huge house, with towers and stables and halls,
And ancient wild ivy enshrouding its walls.
teaming with servants and elegant guests;
Its heyday is over, it peacefully rests.
The rooms mostly empty, all settled with dust;
The front door, unused now, is seized up with rust.
wind in the chimneys, that once caused such fear,
Is now a mild comfort to those who live here.
Though laden with memories - some of them ill,
This house is a home - a beloved one - still.
barn and an orchard, a stream and a bridge,
A glimpse of a lake and a wood from the ridge.
A dovecote, a greenhouse, a well, dark and deep,
And acres of grassland embroidered with sheep.
garden, secluded - high walls all around;
The garden that Mary, a little girl, found.
For ten years abandoned, and quite overgrown;
Condemned by a sadness to languish alone.
roses untended, and blossom unseen,
And weeds going wild in a tangle of green.
Till Mary, young Mary, discovered the door,
And what was once secret was secret no more.
many long summers of childhood have passed,
With many uncertainties settled at last.
The boy who was crippled now walks straight and tall,
And shows no resentment or anger at all.
father is gone now, and resting in peace;
A man whose life changed, with the help of his niece.
And she - now a beauty, all graceful and grown,
With needs and desires and dreams of her own.
as by chance, at this desolate place,
Forced to look grief and despair in the face.
Yet how it's turned out she can hardly believe;
Now nothing on earth could entice her to leave!
look - on this glorious, warm summer day -
At the garden where three children once used to play.
It's brimming with flowers, exploding in bloom,
The colours and fragrances jostling for room.
sprinkling of birdsong, a background of bees,
A rabbit asleep in the shade of the trees.
A patch of thick clover, a fishpond nearby,
A stillness disturbed by a laugh and a sigh.
man and a woman, entwined on the ground,
Their clothes lying randomly scattered around.
It's Colin and Mary, alone in the sun,
A beautiful love drawing two into one.
happy, so happy - it shows on each face,
Happy to be in this dear, secret place.
Together forever, they vow as they kiss,
Exchanging caresses that lead them to bliss.
eyes close - they don't see a dark shadow pass.
They don't see the raven alight on the grass.
They don't hear the footsteps, they don't feel the stare,
But - no doubt about it - there's somebody there.
Dickon, all rugged, and fresh from the moor,
From watching the eagles high up on the tor.
All flushed with emotion, his clothes all askew,
He catches his breath at the sight of those two.
looks at his Mary, her full naked breasts,
On which Colin's head so contentedly rests.
He cannot hold back, he steps into the light;
He sees how the couple start upwards with fright.
trembles beside them, his knees going weak,
He's aching with feeling but finds he can't speak.
Then Mary smiles up at him, friendly and calm,
And holds out a slender and welcoming arm.
drops to her side, to accept her embrace,
And touches his lips to the warmth of her face.
But how can this happen? Does Colin not care?
No - Colin has fingers in Dickon's red hair.
men and a woman, as close as can be,
Discovering passion, as two yields to three.
Enraptured, ecstatic, and thrilled to the core,
For what was once secret is secret no more.
door's pushed open roughly, the Husband rushes in.
The Master sees his firm resolve and wonders who will win.
woman's tied and kneeling, her eyes are wide with fear.
She can't believe he's found her, can't cope with them both here.
Husband checks his fury, and kneels beside his wife.
He can't accept or understand her preference for this life.
he implores her, "please come back home with me!
This bastard's just abusing you! It's
crazy - don't you see?"
woman sobs in panic, wondering how she can explain.
Seeing this poor man's distress is worse than all the pain.
Master knows his moment, and reminds her that he's there.
She meets his eye and shudders at the secrets that they share.
can it be that seven years of safe, romantic bliss
Can wither at one lingering look from such a man as this?
"She needs it," says the Master.
"She always begs for more."
The Husband flees, the woman wails; the Master shuts the door.
men and one woman Ė what really happens
One says, sorry, Iím gay.
One says, sorry, Iím being faithful to my wife.
One says, oo, Iíd love to darling, but Iíve just screwed someone else.
One says, no way, sheís too fat for me.
One says, what, fuck her in front of all these other guys? I
One says, Iím sorry but I prefer to get to know the lady first.
One says, use a condom? No chance.
One says, shit..sorry..I canít seem to..God I hate these things!
One says, nah, sheís been around a bit too much for me.
One says, can I just spunk on your tits?
One says, well I'd love a go, but Iíve got to be at a meeting.
One says, yes please, youíre so gorgeous, come here quick Ė aahh,
She says, back to the gang bang fantasy!
SONG OF THE NIGHT WOMEN
is a woman if you abuse her,
and cruel in the way you use her,
care less if it means you lose her?
she a creature of joy and beauty?
she an object of plunder and booty?
she a slave who must do her duty?
is a woman that you despise her,
her along so she's none the wiser,
out to be just another who buys her?
is a man that his heart is hollow,
to lead where she's longing to follow,
always Ė tomorrow, tomorrow?
he a monster in evil fashion?
he enthral to some nameless passion?
and helpless in equal ration?
can we work when our limbs are shaking?
do we stay through your endless taking?
can we love when our souls are quaking?
is woman if you forsake her?
she will do whatever you make her?
can try but you'll never break her!
flat on my back, experiencing bliss;
Lost in the joys of a multiple kiss!
There's one on each side and one down below.
The others are watching - enjoying the show.
thing I love most is the way they move round;
No planning, no glances, not even a sound.
When one's had enough - has created a space -
Another invariably slips into place!
images, changing on cue,
Sweet combinations, deliciously new.
Huge rewards come to the woman who dares!
Oh, how I love playing 'Musical Chairs'!
want you, I want you, I want you so much.
You would not believe how I long for your touch.
I can't help myself, I'm completely obsessed
By the thought of your glorious body undressed.
I swoon at your voice, when I see you I blush.
What is it about you that gives me this crush?
My head's full of daydreams, provoking my lust,
And plans for your conquest; for have you, I must!
I'll practise seduction, use all of my charms,
And end this frustration, one night, in your arms.