It isn’t love, when you kiss all the time
Lust is what that is
The bits in between
the kissing
Now that’s where the
love is
Thursday, 30 September 2021
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE
When you love someone
And you know that they
love you,
When they speak your
name
It no longer sounds
the same
Monday, 13 September 2021
Uncanny Tales – (18) Lustful Intent In The Glens
It was a warm summer’s
night in 1974 and Marilyn and I were in a tent together when all at once the
flaps flew open, that would’ve been the tent flaps obviously and not hers.
“What’s going on in here?”
the voice said through the opening
I was lying under my
sleeping bag naked from the waist down and Marilyn was kneeling fully clothed,
well almost, on an adjacent one.
The voice belonged to her
father Ronald
“I might have known Cooper
would be in his pit” he continued pompously
Her father was a pompous
git of the first order and I had known him for quite a few years and we didn’t
get on even before I started feeling up his daughter.
We were staying on a camp
site in Perth and Kinross that was once a working railway station before it
fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Lochearnhead.
So that explains where we
were, though not why we were alone together in a tent on a warm summer evening
in Scotland.
We had been seeing each
other for about 3 months and we had reached the point on that holiday where a
kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets
wasn’t enough for her and she wanted to go to the next level.
The reason we found
ourselves in my tent was that Janice, the girl Marilyn shared with was
entertaining a waiter from the local hotel in hers.
We had been planning the
deed for about 3 days prior to that night as it was to be the first time for
both of us.
But in the end, as first
times go it was pretty rubbish, in fact even at the time I wasn’t even sure it
qualified as a first time.
As I managed to get myself
into a condom but I wasn’t entirely convinced that I got into her before the
incident came to a premature end.
Which is why she was almost
fully dressed by the time Ronald arrived.
“Get back to your own tent
young lady” he said
“You’re so embarrassing
Dad, Nothing happened” she responded which if I’m perfectly honest was the
truth.
“I’ll deal with you later”
Ronald said
“For God’s sake Dad, We
didn’t do anything” Marilyn said, which was true enough though it wasn’t for
the want of trying.
As they both walked off
into the distance still arguing I thought she looked really horny especially as
I knew she had her “Love is…” knickers stuffed in her pocket.
Unlike the young of today
we were incredibly naïve about sex back then, we were so much less aware.
Fortunately, we were both
virgins and Marilyn had no high expectations for the night, having no yardstick
to measure it by.
So I got a second bite of
the cherry so to speak which I took a couple of days later in the heathered
hills of Glen Ogle and afterwards were left in no doubt whatsoever that we had
had our first time.
KIWI GIRL
She was a tiny little thing
Barely five foot, Pint
size
But larger than life
With huge grey eyes
Her first words were
I’m not an Aussie
I’m from New Zealand
And I’m a Kiwi
Christened Katherine
She preferred Kitty
At first glance
I thought she was
pretty
Perhaps not beautiful
Well not obviously so
But certainly pretty
But not to the shallow
She was not compelled
By fashion or fad
In her cargo pants
And shirt of plaid
Her stocking feet
Made little sound
As on fairy steps
She flitted around
She had a delicious
chuckle
Rich and fruity
When she laughed
Was when I saw beauty
A smile lit up her
face
And her big eyes
Transformed her
From pupae to
butterfly
Her laughing eyes
Glanced aside
And she was caught
Her look was spied
Her pale skin
As she blushed
Turns to crimson
And away she rushed
Though she dressed
Not to impress
She had a figure
Hidden, nonetheless
My eyes followed her
Though no others did
My pretty Kitty
This gorgeous Kiwi kid
Do you try to hide?
From the wicked world
The pretty girl inside
Oh lovely Kiwi girl
Because I already
spied
The pretty girl inside
When first I looked
Into her big grey eyes
WHERE DO I BEGIN TO SAY?
Where do I begin to say?
Exactly what you mean
to me
It would surely end my
world
If you were to set me
free
Where do I begin to
say?
How happy it would
make me
If I could find the
perfect words
To express my feelings
with clarity
When we are separated
I feel half a person,
empty and incomplete
But when we are
together
I am whole and I am
replete
Where do I begin to
say?
How blessed I am to
have you in my life
As my lover, and best
friend
My partner and my wife
SHE IS
She is embedded in my heart
I imagine her inside
my head
I picture her in my
life
Safely in my arms
Or sleeping in my bed
She is ingrained in my
soul
I imagine us with a
family
I picture our life
together
Far off in the future
With cherished
memories
She is woven through
my fabric
She is at the very
heart of me
I feel her hand in
mine
And her kisses on my
skin
Her scent is exotic
and heady
Though she is in my
every thought
And my dreams of her
persist
I have to confess that
As much as I love her
She doesn’t know that
I exist
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