I need her love so badly
I have fallen for her
madly
And though she tells
me
She is mine till
eternity
I am so insecure
I do not know for sure
If I tell her of my
distrust
I will warrant her disgust
Though I am riddled with
self-doubt
She will only pout
Why must I doubt her?
Why can’t I believe
her?
I should count my
blessings
Instead of self-obsessing
I have fallen for her
madly
I need her love so
badly
In the small but thriving
English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday
existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears
had done for centuries before, and the countryside of the Finchbottom Vale
provided a perfect habitat for those seeking privacy.
His
strong hands explored the pure silk landscape of her form and its sensual
gentle topography, tracing the wondrous features beneath his eager fingers,
mapping the contours of her corporeal curvature and undulating terrain which
reforms beneath his touch, her soft mounds rising and falling divinely, the
roundness of her dunes contrasted by their prominent peaks.
They then sweep across the flatness of the tremulous plain of her belly
thru the sparse coarse undergrowth to the hot moist valley beyond where fingers
probe among the petals of her sensually scented orchid.
I stand alone
Yet among friends
I stand alone
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Come ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
Stand beside me
Stand to my left
Become me
Let me become you
Hear the words?
Go ahead
Make me turn my head
Come join me
We stand together
Before our friends
We stand together
In the sight of family
Hear the music?
Hear the song?
Let’s sing along
Come join me
We stand together
Alone no more
Joined as one
Before our God
In the small but
thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their
everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as
their forebears had done for centuries before, in Purplemere willowy vixen,
Yasmin was willing and welcoming as she writhed and gyrated on the pole at the Hot
Lips Club.
Erotically cavorting
like a slutty gracile courtesan suppliantly performing for the clientele of
dirty old men and drunken letches.
Debasing herself in seedy surroundings for the meagre rewards, selling herself
cheaply to wealthy businessmen and the sad and the lonely, and in her
nakedness, she begs for more paper currency which they tuck in her panties.
She calls herself an exotic dancer but in reality, she’s no better than the
geisha who satisfies a Mikado’s wants and needs.
As he watched her he craved
that she would dance a dance for him, the one of ancient rhythm, primordial,
with hips grinding and gyrating to a sensual beat, wriggling and writhing,
dancing like a beast, feeling the animal rhythm and singing for him that song,
the song of ancient and universal language, guttural, savage, utterances of a
beast, and when Yasmin had danced that dance for him in perfect rhythm and he
craved her sing to him her orgasmic song.
But he knew it would
never happen she would just keep selling herself to the lecherous customers and
never give herself to him.
A pulchritudinous creature
Oblivious to the
turmoil
Stirred in a young
mans chest
Tamed the beast in me
Sublimating me
From my true desires
Quelling the fires
Redirecting my
passions
Reemploying my sexual
energy
So we partake
Of the socially
acceptable
Exercise our creative
bent
Until the time is
right
That blessed moment
When love supplants
lust
And passions flame can
burn
Tom and Mark Lewis were fraternal twins and growing up were each
other’s best friend as well and roamed the countryside of the Vale as they grew
from boys to men and there was no reason why their friendship wouldn’t survive
into adulthood had it not been for the fact that Tom betrayed his brother by
sleeping with Mark’s fiancé Dakota the night before their wedding.
As a result, Mark was unable to forgive either of them and suffice is
to say that the wedding didn’t go ahead, he also refused to pay any of the
bills related to the wedding and referred all of them to “the slut”.
He also published pictures of both of the culprits and blackened their
names on social media.
In addition, he set up a rival business in direct competition to his
brother with the sole intention of stealing trade from him and undercut his
rival at every turn and try to break him.
But Mark wasn’t satisfied with that, he also dogged Tom in his leisure
time as well and even holiday’d in the same location, even though he could well
afford to holiday at more upmarket resorts and he ate at the same restaurants.
However, it wasn’t until 8 years after the initial betrayal that Mark was
able to draw a line underneath it and get on with his life.
It happened on the Greek island of Andros in the Cyclades and Mark was
sitting on his balcony looking down on the square in Batsi and below he could
see Tom sitting at a table at the Medusa bar and he made sure that he saw him
watching and even gave him a wave.
“Who are you waving to?” Gemma asked from his bed
“Your husband” he replied
In my dreams
I see you clearly
I reach out to touch
you
And you hold me in
your arms
I feel your tender caress
As you envelope me
As your love embosoms
me
And my pain melts away
When I awake
I am alone and breathless
But content and at
peace
