Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Do I worry

Do I worry, of course, Worry I do I have a beautiful female friend She cares for me She kisses me She hugs me tight
I see her emotion When I look in her eyes She makes me smile She makes me laugh
She makes me cry (Good tears) I know she will give to me Everything she is / has/ And in return . . . .
She has a man who isn't truly free Unable to give her all he has A man who has been submissive For so many years now
It is almost like a habit Breaking free is hard on me And harder for her to wait A man whose heart is guarded
Hidden from the pain But willing to step out Into the sunshine of feeling again Like a timid mouse
Babysteps all the time So easy to retreat again Full of fear Fear of the pain and hurt
Fear of rejection Fear of driving her away So much unknown fear
Needing to be dispelled So do I worry, please understand, I do worry

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Special and Funny

Special and Funny

It started out with a ten minute bus journey
Taking an Hour and terminating suddenly !
Half a mile short of where we weren't meeting
She had misheard which number bus I was on !

When we we finally met waving at each other
From opposite ends of the road under the railway
So began the cliched slow motion movie thing
Running towards each other, at least it felt that way

Finally hand in hand and hello kisses and hugs
We went in search of a cosy local pub to chat
We found one, it was closed and boarded up
So we bought some vino and went back to hers !

We sat and chatted and it became more than obvious
Where the night was headed as we sat on her bed
Unsure of how to start the process of our first night
I challenged her to play a game of strip toss the coin

It was kinda dark, I didn't have my glasses on
I had to rely on her for heads or tails being up !
Despite the chance to cheat, she lost first go !
I  looked at her and thought perhaps her shirt,

Lets not be too hasty as it was just the first toss
With such aplomb and a mischievous grin . . .
She took off a sock ! we collapsed with laughter
Recovering, the coin tossed into the air once more

Missed by my fumbling hand in the darkness
It tumbled to the floor where we scrabbled around
I lost this time, and removed a sock with a flourish
Once more collapsing in gales of laughter to the bed

On we pressed with our frivolous game, with smiles
On our faces and laughter on our lips, and of course wine
Now despite the dark and the lack of glasses for me
She lost rapidly, I was still in jeans and boxers

But there she stood gloriously naked and unashamed
Her beauty breathtaking, and me just awestruck
The room lost all it's air and my heart paused I swear
She smiled at me with that cheeky grin once more

She then decided to abandon any pretense for the game
And set about removing the remaining clothes I had
As she knelt down to remove my boxers I held my breath
Oh so gently and tenderly she placed me in her mouth

And thus began a special night of magic and sometimes fun
Love 'N' Laughter has long been my motto for everyone's life
Little did I know that this special night would bring lots
From the first nekkid moment to waking up the next morning

And as we draw a veil of privacy
Over the rest of the proceedings
Ah fukkitt no we won't
We all know what happened

Suck, Lick, Blow, Nibble, Chew, Fuck, Finger, Tongue.
Drowned in cum, mine and hers, face fucked, her and me,
Upside down, over under sideways down, 69, 96, Doggie,
Every single moment of gentle tender rampant passion

Then curled up together holding each other tight
As we slept, and wrapped ourselves entwined
Waking in the morn still tangled up in each others limbs
Eyes opening to each others eyes full of warmth

So yeah it was wonderful, very funny, sexy as all get out,
Horny, tender, beautiful, and many other words of joy
At times magical as we meshed in motion and thought,
Sweet and touching full of compassion and caring

And then she whacked me with the teddy bear !


It was a very special and funny night

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

It's just a Flat Cap

It's just a Flat Cap


It's just a flat cap
Seen on stages worldwide
worn with aplomb and pride
Rakishly clamped down
Atop a head of aging curls

It's just a flat cap
Worn by my Grandad
Saw action through two wars
Still on his head at the end
Went with him to the grave

It's just a flat cap
Worn by the conductor
On the southbound train
Sweat stains in the band
Smuts stuck to the peak

It's just a flat cap
Worn for such comic effect
Peak aimed skywards
Cockeyed angle on his head
Mr Grimsdale, yelled out loud

It's just a flat cap
But more than that
It's a symbol of hard graft
A metaphor for common man
A hat worn on all occasions

It's just a flat cap
I said as I left it on my head
But we're having  Sex she said !
I reached for her and drew her close
OK she sighed, "You can leave your Cap on"

It's just a flat cap
Worn all day to keep me warm
But no matter where I go
At the end of the working day
Home is where I lay my Cap

It's just a flat cap
But famously on a workshy head
Provided much needed comedy
Lightening the days toils and woe
Trying all the time to hoodwink Flo

It's just a flat cap
With a peak and not a point
Nicely rounded to fit upon Oblio's head
But perfectly weighted too for flight
Allowing Oblio to win at Triangle Toss

It's just a flat cap
Hiding multi coloured hair
As I get older it might be more fair
If used it for another purpose too
In front of my ugly mug might be an idea

It's just a flat cap
It's something else too
If you're guilty of something bad
You insulted me, or maligned me
This is for you, try it on,  if the Cap fits, wear it

Monday, 27 March 2017

Small Minds

Small Minds

Small places and towns where we grow
Breed Small minds, don't you know

Making big accusations, unfounded
Peeing on wall in town unwarranted

A big troop of Monkeys in a camp
And the Priests wife ! Such a tramp

Having an orgy with you, towns ugliest
But for one oh so small point, the funniest

This fantasy can be believed like a proud boast
The rumour spread like butter on warm toast

Till you can no longer go outside without ridicule
People stare at the madman / woman, oh so cruel

Fucking Monkeys and the wife of the Priest
Whilst peeing against a wall like a kind of beast 

No small feat this, considering everything fact
The physical limitations involved in this act

No matter what kind of shameless tramp
Is married to the Priest dressed like a vamp

But here's the kicker to this oh so fantastic tale
To put an end to all that gnashing and that wail

Stop believing crap and thinking like a clown
There are no fucking monkeys in this town !




Inspired by a joke between my friend Monica Sorensen and I 
https://www.instagram.com/mokkele/ 

Saturday, 25 March 2017

Cascades

Cascades

Your hair cascading down over my face
Creating our very own private space
Surrounded by you
All I can see is that beautiful face
Above me filling my vision

I feel you shift
And your boobs come into focus
The sweet weight of them resting on me
My face accepting them
Their feel as they move slowly
Further up until my mouth
Can taste and savour them

The stiffness of your nipples
Between my teeth
The pressure from them
As you succumb to the pleasure
My tongue applies to you

Again I feel you shift
The warmth coming from you
No! The HEAT coming from you
Moves slowly up my belly
As your breasts depart my mouth
I watch them gently swaying
As you move further up

The heat is sliding over my chest
My own nipples like bullets
My anticipation skyrockets
So hot right now on me
And then your sweet aroma
Enters my nose you drive me wild
And then . . . . .  almost there you pause . . . .

I am filled with nothing but you
Your most intimate secret
Is my entire world
Nothing else matters nor moves
Time stands still, Silence reigns
Even my breathing has stopped
As yours has too poised on the brink

This is the moment, do or die
The connection will be complete
This one act of desire
Of tenderness
Between one spirit
Residing within two bodies
Is encompassed in this one moment
The most gentle and accepting
Act of passion and love . - - - - - - - - - -  T.B.C

Your Loss


Your Loss

Your accepting
Your ire
Your anger
Your martyrdom
Your victimisation
Your selfishness
Your drama
Your agenda
Your innocence
Your reality

Your Loss

Gladness

Gladness

I'm glad that I wasted all those hours
Wasted for me but not it appears for you
All that time invested in what I believed
Would lead to the love of my lifetime
Turned out to be no more than healing

Your busted spirit and stroking your ego
And now with the first opportunity to arise
You grab it with both hands, grateful for it
The chance now to end this fiasco and be free
Accepting of all the words of comfort and care

Healing you to allow your own faith to return
And then left with the problem of how to end
Your unthinking selfishness provided the answer
Never did you guess that that picture would hurt
But it did, and my innocent request for courtesy

Rejected and ignored with the accusation of drama
Saved you the agony of trying to find the way out
There it was right in front of you, such good fortune
My pain and hurt, you could use it to your advantage
Accuse me of being a drama queen and then ignore

No matter what was now said, nor how bared was my soul
There was your escape, pick and choose the bits you need
And then attack me on those points only, Et Voila ! success
Pretend your innocent and I'm the aggressor, that works
Apologies and explanations now completely pointless

You got what you wanted, allowing you to walk away
Head held high as yet again you are allowed to be the victim
Your own version of the world playing out perfectly once more
Fits all your personal agendas now, you can be free and happy
Your own reality perfectly arranged again, you at the centre

The star of your own show basking in the adulation of your fans
Glowing in the lights of your magnificent stage starring you
The poor downtrodden victim princess so beautifully damaged
Admired and loved by all your groupies around the internet
And in the shadows as I always was for so many real stars

Standing in the wings again, assuring that the show goes on