I have seen many things in my long life
It is my
plan to live to see many more
But I know
I will never see more beauty
Now I stand
beside you of that I’m sure
I will
follow you to the ends of the earth
Now my
youthful wanderlust is done
As I
discovered something fundamental
Now I know
that you are the only one
Hey pretty
girl, yes I’m talking to you
Don’t think
you can keep hidden from view
You may try
to hide in your tomboy guise
But I can
see you; I can see the hidden prize
You may
dress in oversized jeans and a baggy T
And try to
hide yourself in shapeless anonymity
But I can
see the real you beneath the scruffy hair
I can see
the pretty girl who’s hiding in there
You’ll come
out soon and everyone will see
The girl inside the tomboy who will marry me
I first met Fiona at a Christmas party
A beautiful
woman in a young girl’s body
Fiona was
far more mature than her years
And she
chose me that night
Despite a
host of more suitable suitors
And we
danced into the night
Her firm
body pressed against mine
Her
intoxicating scent enveloping me
Arms clinging
tightly to me
Her breath
against my neck
In full
view of envious eyes
And later
in passionate embrace
Just the
two of us in the darkness
As I kissed
her goodnight
Jacqui was my older woman
Twenty
years my senior
When she
seduced me
In a Dublin
hotel
She was
always quite vivacious
This night
however her high-spirit
Derived
from gin and tonic
Though she
knew was she was doing
Even for
someone as inexperienced as I was
I could
read the sexual desire in her body language
This was libidinous
in the extreme
She was
full of the elixir of lust
Again that
was the gin and tonic
I was
filled with a burning sexual desire
Which
Jacqui knew exactly what to do with
She taught
me how to give and receive pleasure
Took me on
a journey of erogenous exploration
It was passionately
fervid, scorchingly torrid
Insatiable
and ardent
Caring,
affectionate and tender
She was an
excellent teacher
And a
wonderful lover
Alas we
never repeated the experience
From the Anatolian salt springs
To Lake
Victoria and the falls
From Mount
St Helens volcano
To where the
Pacific Ocean calls
Searching
every corner of the world
Looking for
one who enthrals
While some use it liberally
Others hardly
ever say it
Some won’t
say it
Others
can’t say it
Some have
no one to say it to
And some
say it to anyone
Some feel
it but don’t say it
Others say
it without feeling it
Some long
to hear it said
Others are
scared away by it
But whether
you would have
Should have
or could have
Make sure
when you use the word
That you
mean it when you say it
And you say
it when you feel it
Love is
just a word
Just one
simple word
But what an
effect it can have
And what
damage it can sometimes cause
I sit in the beer garden
Not because
I wanted a drink
Or because
it was a nice day
But because
I wanted to see her
I didn’t
know her name
I just knew
her as the cute red head
The girl with
the open smiling face
And the
full bountiful lips
Jade green
eyes, and of course the red hair
I’m really
rather sad
To come to
the same ghastly pub,
To drink
luke warm beer each day
Just for a
glimpse of an angel
