ON LIFE’S GREAT JOURNEY

 

On life’s great journey

When sweet love crosses your path

Seize it with great urgency

Capture it and keep it safe

Do not let it loose from your grasp

Lest it slip through your fingers, and be gone

Hold it tightly

Cherish it, nurture it, and watch it grow

Until it wraps itself about you

Like a great loving cloak

Protecting you from the world

Making you invincible

And you will know true happiness

But when on your life long expedition

And sweet love crosses your path

Ignore it at your peril

For who can say

When it might pass your way again

BENEATH THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE

 

Like the star-crossed lovers,

Romeo and Juliet,

They come from feuding kin

And must hide their love

They meet in secret

Beside the quiet lake

The only sounds,

Are of the faintest breeze

Disturbing the lofty tree tops

And ducks squabbling on the lake

But despite the quiet

Fearful of discovery

They embrace hidden from view

Beneath a weeping willow tree

Whose leafy pendulous branches

Trail down into the still water

Stirred by the gentle breeze

They dip in an out of the water

Like the toes of a reluctant bather.

They kiss there in the quiet shade

And feel at once renewed

No words are spoken

Their language is of caress and kiss

Such tender converse

With limitless vocabulary

And languid pronunciation

Every syllable well employed

And when the final paragraph is reached

They end with perfect .punctuation

Stirring from their lovers languor

They tread separate paths

To rejoin warring tribes

Adopting adversarial manner

No knowing looks to be exchange

No casual brushing past

When for that exquisite moment

Hand touches hand

They must remain entrenched

Until they can once again

Embrace beneath the weeping willow tree

I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID

From my pew

Where I stood and prayed

My eyes were fixed

On a Christian maid

 

Is it inappropriate?

My lecherous behaviour

When in church

Worshipping the saviour

 

I studied every inch

Right down to the floor

Instead of hymn numbers

Vital statistics I saw

 

A glimpse of lace

A bra strap showing

My eyes consumed her

Without her knowing

 

The tightness of her jeans

Her shape within

I missed the sermon

Doubtless about sin

 

A sight to feast my eyes

Which affected me so

That I had a quiver in my voice

And a tingle down below

 

Oh lord forgive me

For being such a sinner

But you must admit

She really is a stunner

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (73) Lovely Young Eleanor

The lovely young Eleanor is a pretty young woman, a sweet dusky maiden with luscious skin the shade of molten chocolate with an exotic scent that makes your head spin and your pulse race, leaving you dizzy with delight.

Her sweet Angelic face, is heavenly framed with rich soft curls,
as black as jet and shiny like a raven’s wing.

She looks at you with soulful eyes, warm and inviting which are brown like burnt sugar and possess a hypnotic quality.

Her exquisite nose is small and button like and is the perfect punctuation for her demerara lips, which are softly moist and wear a constant smile playing around them until she unleashes a full-bodied beam and her whole face lights up, bright enough to dazzle a star and making her dark eyes seductively beguiling.

Unintentionally coy and unambiguously sweet, elegant young Eleanor moves gracefully like a cat, while remaining playful as a kitten.
She is delicately limbed and is lithe and lissom with dainty hands and her feet are small like those of a child.

She holds her head high with assurance and confidence on her swan like neck which sits symmetrically on sculptured shoulders atop a sleek slender frame, possessed of a tiny waist and narrow hips.
Her small round buttocks are almost like a boys, and her breasts sit in perfect parity. Unimaginably she seems completely unaware of her allure and oblivious to her beauty and the effect she has on men and women alike.
Sceptical of any appeal, incredible as it may seem she doesn’t see the woman she has become or the woman she has been for many months.

She has come of age and is to all intents and purposes at ease with herself and she is in no hurry to squander her innocence, and her virginity will not be lost casually to someone undeserving. 

But perhaps the most wondrous thing about the lovely young Eleanor is that she will not recognise herself from this description of her and she will think it refers to a stranger, which all adds to the wonderful whole that she is and making her all the more desirable for it.

 

DREAM LOVER?

Was our secret love as special as it seems

Or were our liaisons only in my dreams

Am I remembering those nights clearly

When your heartbeat only for me

And we satisfied all of our passions

In all their varied forms and fashions

Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?

Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy

Were those sensual hours spent with you?

Or just an imagined lover’s rendezvous

PERSONAL SERVICE

 

Satisfyingly slutty

Down on her knees,

Dressed in black silk

Eager to please

Tempting and toying

The teasing bitch

Bringing me to the point

When I twitch

Then as her efforts

On me increase

I explode it that

Sweet moment of release

INSIDE THE SILK

 

Cool silk against my hand

Soft skin beneath my palm

Fingers searching, exploring

Seeking out the source

Of sensual oils

She had secretly secreted

Fingertips touch waiting lips

Then enter to sweet labial bliss

And with deft manipulation

Of centres of erotic pleasure

I feel her body tremor

And but a heartbeat beyond

That primeval shudder

In hurried lack of ceremony

She bid me quickly enter