If you believed everything my mates told you, you’d be convinced that I’ve shagged most of the world’s most beautiful women. Nothing could be further from the truth, but when they’ve had a few pints on a Friday night after...
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Sitting here in my chair, dreaming,Visions of you filling my mind,I long to be alone with you,Enfolded in your warm embrace.I should be hard at work, writing,But the perfume of your presenceIs just too intoxicating,Driving all other thoughts away.I can...
How much I wish that you were mine alone,But sadly I must share you with others,Just one more among your many lovers.Not for you of course the life of the streets;Your debauchery is much more refined,Living a life of pampered...
My dearest wife, it has been such a long winter,Hard and bitter, draining the heart and soul of hope.It has been doubly hard for you, so much sadness,Almost too much to bear, with the illness of friends,And frozen pipes, and...
“Are you coming,” she said, with that look in her eye,That bewitching look that could melt the coldest heart,And in that instant I became her willing slaveForever condemned to do her every bidding. “Are you coming,” she said, with a tilt...
It is every woman’s romantic dream, at least in England, to live in a country cottage with roses round the door and an old fashioned country garden with its informal mixture of flowers, herbs, and vegetables densely packed into a...
I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this mortal shell,A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive...
Paris … ah, Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty-five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station...
A poet wrote, “parting is such sweet sorrow,”A cloying sentiment I would dispute,The fading of love spawns such bitter fruit,Better death than to awake the morrow.Though the fruit of love’s dawning seems so sweet,The joy of its consumption is but...
It’s on summer nights such as thisThat I remember so clearly;Sitting in my chair in silenceAs the daylight fades from the skyAnd the soft air folds about meLike a soothing blanket of peace. It’s on gentle nights such as thisThat I...