Last night I was sad
Last night
I was mad
Last night
I hated you
Last night
I berated you
Last night
I was crying
Last night
I was dying
Last night
I was unforgiving
Last night
I was tired of living
This
morning I’m glad
Glad for
what we once had
This
morning I have regret for you
This
morning I want to forget you
This
morning the tears I cried
Have long
since dried
This
morning I am forgiving
This
morning I am for living
I have a picture of you
Which
speaks to me,
Speaks in
sugary tones
And syrupy
words
Of things
I liked to hear
When we
were both young
But my
tastes have changed
A sweet
tooth no longer
My palate
more mature
More
sophisticated
A little
less exciting maybe
But you
can’t be sixteen forever
But I will
always keep
That
picture of you
Which
speaks to me
In sugary
tones
And syrupy
words
Just to
remind me of the time
When I had
a sweet tooth
Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were the firm of Shallowfield Solicitors handling the disposition of Phil Marlow’s late father’s estate which turned out to be quite protracted.
It was on the occasion of Phil Marlow’s first
meeting with his Solicitor Linda Baxter that he first saw the object of his
affections.
And on that first visit he gazed lustily down
her top at the quite pleasing vista restrained in a pink satin bra.
Which he thought was a delightful surprise
because her outer garments were very unremarkable, and when she realized he was
staring down her top she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather
disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.
He may have thought her a straight laced
prude, but he liked that, it had always turned him on, partly because of the
challenge but more often than not because they turned out to be less straight
laced beneath the façade.
So he returned her smile and asked
“Do you have anything with the address and
phone number on?”
“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give
you one of my cards”
“Thank you….”
“Catherine” she said “Catherine Kimber”
“Thank you Catherine”
He wasn’t sure if he would ever call her but
he had learned to keep his options open.
Phil thought that with regular visits to the
offices he would get numerous opportunities to speak with her, but alas no.
And that was why he was grumpy because he had
concluded his business with Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles, and he hadn’t asked
her and nor had he phoned her.
But eventually he plucked up the courage and he phoned the Solicitors
“Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles”
“Hello Catherine” he said “it’s Phil Marlow”
The long awaited first date was a great
success and several more followed and never disappointed but after each
successive date he was left wanting more.
So when the want of seeing her became too
much to bear he decided to go and surprise her at the office on Friday
lunchtime even though he was seeing her that night anyway.
Once he reached the building he went upstairs
to the front office but as he reached reception Catherine’s desk was unmanned
and he thought he wouldn’t be going to see her after all.
Which was a shame because he’d really looked
forward to surprising her.
“Oh well another time” he said to himself and
headed back towards the door which was when he saw her at the other end of the
corridor, she hadn’t seen him as she was reading a document as she walked.
He had to think quickly so he opened the
disabled toilet door and stepped in and waited until she was passing
“Where are you going?” he asked as he pulled her into the toilet and
quickly closed the door and in response she threw herself into his arms.
“Are you here to rob me or ravish me?”
“I think you already know the answer to that” he replied and kissed her
“Have you got long?” he asked between kisses
“I’m on my lunch break” she replied
“Good what would you like for lunch then?”
“You” she replied and began kissing him
After a prolonged kiss she said
“That was the best lunch ever”
“Back to work now then” he suggested
“And look forward to dinner” Catherine added
So they reluctantly said goodbye but he was waiting for her when she
finished work and they went for an early dinner after
which she took him home and kept him there until Monday morning.
I hide me
From the world
Protect myself
Within an amniotic sac
Like a babe in the womb
My heart in a cocoon
Free from harm
Wrapped in cotton wool
Safe, secure,
Out of sight, out of mind
I hide me
The best of me
Protected from
Deceitful hearts
And transient desires
The Schemers, dreamers,
And false redeemers
The superficial and the shallow
The morally hollow
Those that would hurt me
Use me and abuse me
All these and more
I hide me
The essential me
Keep me hidden
From the bitterness and bile
Of the vindictive and the vile
Free from recrimination
And spiteful retribution
Heart locked safely away
Never to see the light of day
You said you had to go away,
Just a day or two
A business trip
Something you had to do
But I knew better
I knew that you were leaving
I found out
About the cheating and deceiving
I wait for the truth to come
But you just keep lying
You’re leaving me
And inside I’m dying
But you won’t see me cry
I just smile instead
I won’t let you see me
I will do that in my empty bed
You kiss me on the cheek
And look me in the eye
And with that Judas kiss
You turn and say goodbye
From my familiar seat
On the crowded bus,
I thought I saw you
today
In the passing throng,
My spirits lifted
My heart beat
quickened.
And like Dr Zhivago
In search of Lara
I beat against the
cold glass.
To attract attention
You turned toward me,
And it wasn’t you.
I was mistaken.
Through vision clouded
by tears
I had not seen you,
How could it be you?
For you are gone
John Coe was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake as he did every summer as the view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.
The lake
was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient
woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.
It wasn’t
a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest
point.
It was
beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was one of the reasons he chose it.
A lot of fishermen,
walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.
Teardrop
Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve
parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were
a number of cottages dotted around the forest as well, some in use and some
not.
It was
both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and
although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing
boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.
For John it was the sailing that brought him
to the lake, and he had spent the day sailing and as he approached the jetty he
saw a figure standing there.
The first thing he noticed was the sun on
her red hair, turning it to a blazing fire as it tumbled down onto the white
flesh of her shoulders.
The next thing to catch his eye were the pastel shades of her meagre top which
struggled to contain the vibrancy of her wondrous breasts.
His eyes then moved on to her naked midriff which tantalized with a glint of
sun on an adornment in her navel.
The waistband of her skirt, falsely named as it actually sat more factually on
her hips, while the white cotton below encased her rolling buttocks and strong
thighs.
Gratifyingly, heaven sent a gust of summer breeze blowing off the lake lifting
her skirt and allowing glimpses of her white thighs and pastel underwear.
But as she walked along the jetty the sunlight behind her illuminated her form,
more than hinting at the delights contained within the cotton of her skirt and
his loins burned for her.
His thoughts about the girl with the flaming red hair had turned to a burning
desire which he would soon quench in the coolness of the forest shade because
the crimson haired beauty was his wife.
