WHEN THE BURNING SUN SINKS LOW

When the burning sun sinks low

Setting the western sky aglow

And the evening shadows grow

This is the time of the amorous beau 

IT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN # 2

It happens again and again

A simple smile and I dare to chance

That this might be the one

But alas no it’s a familiar dance

IT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN # 1

 

It happens again and again

A simple smile and I dare to dream

That this might be the one

But alas no it’s a familiar theme

SKIPPING STONES ACROSS THE BLUE

 

Skipping stones across the blue

Sharing holiday laughter and fun

When amidst the joyful splashing

It hit me like a bullet from a gun

Why was I playing childish games?

With a girl who was built to stun

So, I looked at her and smiled

Took her hand and called her Hon

Then we walked barefoot in the surf

Holding hands beneath the sun

On a day neither of us would forget

When our first love had begun

I WANTED HER TO STAY IN MY ARMS

 

I wanted her

To stay in my arms

To be my girl for ever

But her feelings for me

Evaporated like mist

In the heat of the sun

Leaving only shadowy memories

Of passions passed

And I am alone

Unable to cry the tears

I just keep asking why

But in the hollow void

Of my empty heart

Only silence echo’s

SILVER MOON ABOVE MOUNTAIN BLUE

Silver moon above mountain blue

Is there another looking at you?

Shooting star flashing across the sky

Is there another asking you why?

It is my love wishing on that star

I will find you wherever you are

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Wear a Hat Day

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the rooms was occupied by Sean and Pamela Evans who were guests at her sisters wedding.

Sean had been playing Golf with the other male members of the wedding party while Pamela and the rest of the ladies availed themselves of the many and varied treats and treatments on the menu at the Spa.

When Sean returned to their room late in the afternoon he opened the door and discovered his wife standing in the middle of the room wearing only white silk stockings on her glorious legs and her wedding hat, worn at a jaunty angle atop her head.

Her sheathed legs, silkily sheer, from dainty well sculptured ankle to soft lily-white thigh, were very pleasing to the eye, but he knew from past experience that the stockings, delicately soft, would feel cool to the touch beneath his palm, and the smooth cool silk, so temptingly tactile, was a feast for hand and eye.

“Not that I’m complaining but why are you naked except for stockings and a hat?” he asked

“Its “Wear a Hat Day” obviously” she replied

“Fair comment” he said and put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle.