To My Love
"For she who moves me"
As I lie in bed, you come to meYour body next to mine. Enfolding me in your arms, Your heart a furnace against mine. How did it start? A gentle poke, a kind word. Time reveals you, You become a...
"For she who moves me"
As I lie in bed, you come to meYour body next to mine. Enfolding me in your arms, Your heart a furnace against mine. How did it start? A gentle poke, a kind word. Time reveals you, You become a...
"The beauty and passion of the garden"
The evening breeze, wafting over orange blossomMixed with the aroma of blackcurrant leavesThe birds and the bees, in midst of garden’s bosomA gift for you, a spray of freshly-cut sweet peas The thyme and the rosemary, oregano and tarragonA herbarium...
"Is it love or just a game."
Words that you writeTo your keyboard loverCould it be a tad triteWhen you're together Love found on a screenBest to keep as a fantasyKeep it to a particular sceneYou must keep your sanity Do you share your lifeTo make it...
LustOften begins with a bustAnd lustOften ends with a thrustAnd inbetweenLust is a meansTo keep us in focus.Lust may begin with the flash of a thighAnd other times with the wink of an eye.Your chest heaves and your breath leavesYour...
"Confession is good for the soul"
My breath was conquered by her beauty; my mind was numbed by her face,My heart stolen by the blue of her eyes, my soul manacled by her grace.If the Irish saved civilization, St Patrick is responsible for her birth,She is...
It is all I ever wanted. Please don’t make it complicated.It is all I ever wanted. No reason to be so irritated.It is not a good enough reason for you to start a fightI just want to kiss your pussy...
"Realization Strikes Hard"
Poems written and hopefully sent,Never get a reply.Invitations for romantic eventsAre almost always denied.When invitations are not deniedThey are oft put off…deferred.“I’m not ready” is what I hear “Too soon” are oft your words.With patience I wait and wonder whyMy...
She doesn’t know how to save me And I am so afraidThat my delusional iniquityHas wages that can’t be paid.The wages of sin are death I’m toldBut I fear that I won’t die.For my sin as I grow oldIs wrapping...
"Praise for the tradesmen"
She loved under-sized men,For her it was a yen.To find a small man Was always the planShe did it again and again. The smaller the better,Without a French letter,She rode them til dawn,Their manliness gone,She felt ever the better. She loved the...
"In praise of Helen of Troy"
Helen of Troy Spartan Queen Hair of Spun Gold I will always love you Your sensual beauty will never grow old Skin the colour of warm honey Soft and velvet touch I cry for you Wish I had been able...