Its six months today
We’ve
been together now
The
months have passed so quickly
Like
moments somehow
Six
precious months it’s been
Exactly
to this day
And
only two months more
Until
our wedding day
In
the years we have before us
Let
us hope and pray
That
we are half as happy after
As
before our wedding day
From the moment I first saw you
I
knew you were the one
From
the moment I first held you
I
knew my heart you’d won
From
the moment I first kissed you
I
found what I had yearned
From
the moment I first touched you
I
felt my love returned
From
the moment I first loved you
I’ve
known the warmth of love
From
the moment I first saw you
I’ve
thanked the lord above
When I was growing up in the sixties we lived in North London and one of the things I really loved to do was to go swimming.
We were quite well fixed for pools in the area, and I would swim until
the chlorinated water left my eyes red and sore.
But of all the pools I swam in, the one I loved to swim in most of all
was the Durnsford Road Lido especially during the summer months.
It was only sixpence to get in and for that poultry sum you could stay
all day long which of course I did, and I would spend as many days of the
holidays there as I could.
Playing with friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the high
platform.
When I first started to go there it was just a joy to spend all the time
in the sparkling water.
As I got older, I would come to appreciate the many delicacies on which
to feast the eyes upon, delicacy’s invisible to the eye of the eleven-year-old
boy who first visited the pool.
Whenever I arrived there was always someone there that I knew so even if
I went on my own, I could quite easily hook up with someone.
Some of them I knew from school others from where I lived, and some were
friends of friends.
I always used to take an old penny in the pool, and we would take turns
diving down for it or a group of us would play tag.
It was the same friends and the same games every year.
On one particular day when I was thirteen, I went with a friend called
Keith and his cousin Simon and after spending about an hour diving for a coin
we sat on the side of the pool and watched the leathery skinned Mad Jack
perform one of his eccentric dives from the high board
Almost before the ripples had subsided Maria Saunders and her friend
Lucy ran up behind us and pushed me and Keith in the pool and a chase ensued resulting
in Maria and Lucy being thrown in the 8-foot end and then being thoroughly
dunked.
This was the normal exchange between the four of us and it had been the
way of it since we were first years.
This time however when the four of us played tag it was different.
I eventually caught Maria after a long chase and during the ensuing
grapple something happened that had never happened before during our horseplay.
I got a hard on, we had played that game hundreds of times without as
much as a tickle in my trunks.
My first reaction to this unwelcome intrusion was to let go of Maria and
swim away.
But the erection merely faded temporarily and as the game of tag
continued it returned with a vengeance whenever I got in close proximity of
Maria and that afternoon, we seemed destined to be in close proximity most of
the time.
After the third attempt at swimming away failed to diminish my woody, I
abandoned the
Tactic.
After all, holding onto Marias voluptuous form whilst sporting a boner
was not an unpleasant experience and if she didn’t mind then I didn’t.
I realise looking back that Maria was well aware of my discomfiture and
made sure that she rubbed up against me.
Our clinches lasted much longer than normal, and Maria must have been
aware of my erection prodding at her nether regions, but she was clearly not
repulsed by it, in fact it was her more than I who seemed the most reluctant to
desist from our embrace.
And so like an eager confused puppy humping a stranger’s leg I had my
first ejaculation in the presence of another human being rubbing up against
Maria Saunders.
Happily, although it was the first, I’m pleased to say that it was not
to be the last time with Maria, in the pool or out of it.
Wearing a rather smug expression Maria stayed close to me the rest of the
day and afterwards I walked her home.
Harry’s mind wandered
As
he wends his way
Through
crowded streets
He
would see her that night
Anna,
his new love
He
could smell her hair
Feel
the softness of her skin
He
could even taste her
He
longed for her
As
he remembered
Her
smile, her kiss
Her
writhing body
Then
Harry stepped off the curb
Oblivious
And
was struck
By
a car unseen
Tossing
him like a rag doll
Depositing
him unceremoniously
Between
car and gutter
As
his body lay broken
And
bleeding
Where
it came to rest
On
the unforgiving street
The
last image in his mind
Was
not the killer car
But
his Anna, His new love
As
his life ebbed away
His
heart beat its last
The
paramedic’s best efforts
Were
to no avail
A
moment’s carelessness
Had
cost a young life
His
heartbeat no more
In
his broken body
Only
to beat once more
And
reanimate
In
another’s chest
To
bring new hope
To
rekindle another’s existence
Bringing
a new beginning for Sally
Which
like a phoenix
Rose
from the ashes
Of
another family’s grief
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 Paul Jansen, who was part of a wedding party and was a both a
business associate of the bride’s father and a friend of the family.
The wedding reception was to
be held later that day in the Ballroom, which was where he should have been,
checking everything was in order but instead he used his key card to open the
door to the bridal suite and as he stepped in Sophia Levitton turned and smiled
at him.
“I was hoping you would
come”
“I couldn’t keep away” he
said
Sophia was sitting at the
dressing table wearing only her white lingerie and stockings and behind her,
laid out on the bed was an ivory wedding dress.
Paul walked up behind her
and looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror and placed his hands
lightly on her naked shoulders and held her gaze as he gently slipped the bra
straps down her arms, and she closed her eyes as his hands journeyed down inside
her lingerie.
Sophia collapsed onto the
bed next to her wedding dress with Paul panting beside her.
“That was so good” she
sighed
“The last time as a single
woman” he said and playfully slapped her buttock before starting to redress himself.
“And so much better than
my first as a married woman will be” she said and rolled over onto her back.
“You could elope with me”
he said
“You know I want to” she
replied
Nothing would have pleased
her more than to run away and marry her lover Paul, but her father Michael
would never have tolerated it, it would have never been forgiven.
He banged on endlessly
about the importance of tradition and marrying within her faith and how it was
imperative she went through with an arranged marriage.
She had been raised as a
dutiful Jewish daughter and agreed, however reluctantly, but her heart belonged
to Paul.
But she hated her father
as he had proven himself to be unworthy of her loyalty, as she had discovered
that the wedding was actually a business transaction and had little or nothing
to do with duty, honour and faith and was more to do with being married off to
the highest bidder.
“Then come with me now” he
urged “We could be in Guernsey by morning”
“My father will never
forgive me” she said as she sat up
“I know”
“Or you” she added
“I know, and I don’t care”
“And he will never do
business with you again” she pointed out
“I only tolerate him
because I love you” he said and offered her his hand, which she took
“Do you mean it?” she
asked as he pulled her to her feet
“Do you doubt it?” he
retorted
“Not for a moment” she
replied, and they kissed
“So, are we doing this?”
he asked
“Yes, but I need to
change” she replied and began to undo her suspenders
“No don’t take them off, you’re
going to need those?”
“Oh” she replied “So you
only want me for my underwear”
“I want you under any
circumstances” he corrected her “I want you in the lingerie, because it was
what you were wearing the last time we made love when you were another man’s
bride, and I want you to be wearing it the first time I make love to you as my
bride to be”
“I want that too” she said
which put a bloom on the cheeks of the blushing bride.
After pulling her jeans on
over her white stockings and a t-shirt over her top, she threw a few
essentials, and those items that were precious to her into a bag and they left
the bridal suite and waited in his suite while he did the same, the rest could
be collected at a later date.
They then snuck down the
back stairs and out the fire escape twenty yards from where his car was parked,
there were a few guests wandering the grounds, enjoying the fine weather, he didn’t
recognise any of them, but he took no chances and opened the back door and
Sophie slipped onto the back seat where she hid under his coat.
He got in the car and
quickly checked she couldn’t be seen before he drove off.
Once they were past the
milling guests and through the village she was able to sit up.
He pulled into a layby and
she got in the passenger seat and buckled up and they set off again.
He phoned the Hotel
manager, Hannah Morgan, on route to Grace Hill airfield, where he kept a twin-engine
Cessna, and explained his rushed departure, and settled his bill and instructed
her regarding his luggage.
“They’ve noticed you’ve
gone” he said when he disconnected
“And your Dad is seriously
pissed off”
“Good” she said
“Last chance to turn back”
he said as they sat in the plane taxiing on to the runway
“I don’t need another
chance, I’ve made my decision” she said and looked at him “And I know it’s the
right one and I never want to go back”
I fell in love with you
When
you were eight, I was eight too
You
had no front teeth
And
you were freckled and chubby too
I
loved you
But
I never ever told you
I
didn’t love you
Because
of how you looked you see
I
loved you because
Of
what I could see inside, deeply
I loved you
But
I never ever told you
I
couldn’t help loving you
I
loved you irresistibly
I
hid my feelings
Loving
you in secret and invisibly
I
loved you
But
I never ever told you
When
you were thirteen
You
changed overnight from pupae
And
transformed
Magically
into a beautiful butterfly
I
loved you
But
I never ever told you
Had
the ugly duckling
Still
been here today
I
would have swept you up
And
carried you away
I
love you
But
I will never ever tell you
I
will keep my love locked away
But
I will love you
Until
my dying day
The empty ache of loneliness
A
hollow emptiness
A
desperate want
For
their caress
To
fill the void
Left
by invisibility
Butterflies
flutter
When
you meet their gaze
Knees
weaken, just for a second
As
they brush past
Then
light-headedness
When
you smell their scent
Then
later
In
the quiet of the night
The
empty void of want
Loins
aching for them
Then
hollow emptiness
The
constant companion
The
loneliness
Of
unrequited love
