Once upon a time
I set out to write a story
about going to north Africa
arriving in Ceuta
things were all in order
but no sooner on the bus
than detected reported
ejected from escorted to
and deported 'cross the border
it was to be an expensive
soft leather-covered book
and altho' I took
more than one look
I could not find the words
would fill a tome
and so
tho' second-best
I settled for less
and instead
I wrote this pome
Dripping souls out of my skin
how many have I taken?
My self, I don't even know,
one, or two, maybe more,
swallowed their pride and joy,
taken their brides,
entered their lives,
I have invaded without permission!
Tasted their skin and wore their face,
on my face, fashion on the new level,
I wanted to be someone else,
but the skin too tight,
secrets revealed of past lives lived,
the only way to be someone
without knowing someone,
transition and transformation,
zero collaboration,
don't you want to get to know me?
Leather Chair
My leather chair shakes every time
pus-filled spots develop on
her back.To cheer Mrs Intimacy up (she wed my
old clock last spring. It was quite a good wedding, but it
was too long and I had to
sit – no slouch – at the end of
the warm hallway!) I spoil her with
all the compliments I can think of, and
all the
compliments she can handle to
make feel better one whom can’t
treat their skin disease.
black leather jacket
leading to instant judgement
thug or fancy chic
There is a young woman named Heather
who occasionally likes to wear leather
at country line dances
where she sashays and prances;
her feet are as light as a feather.
This lovely woman named Heather
looks great in her skirt made of leather,
but nevertheless
I have to confess
she looks better in the altogether!
i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored jackets are in
and jacket potatoes are overrated
can't wear a fedora 'til your seventies; i
am the Fonz jumping sharks on water skis
in my leather jacket
but i'll tell you who's not cool -
the flapjack octopus
i took the kids to a magic show
i wore it there;
to show my contempt for fun
Thundering roar turns into scream
as it simply can give no more
push it on a little more
as every bit of thrill obtained
in release it drops off
as the scream quickly fades
and the pounding of the blood
to contemplate thought gives way
leather blacken by hard use
through many years once again
quickly moves to the task
presses quickly with eagerness
reset now once again
grows in new the thundering roar
quickly grows into the scream
as the blood pounds once again
wind does tear at tender flesh
streaming eyes and whipping curls
roaring off into the night
the biker goes on their ride
The chicks around here are really
Tough and mean
So mean they'd spit in your eye
Steal a babbies ice cream
And make them cry
Dressed in leathers
Riding their noisy roaring motorcycles
At speed
Terrorising the neighbourhood
With their wicked deeds
Their birds of a feather
Rebels without a cause
That stick together
Lock all your windows
And lock all your doors
People run for their lives
The outlaws frighten people all the time
I daren't tell you
What they did to my friend
It was really bad
And really sad
They may only be a mere few inches tall
And should be kept in a pen
So says their mother
Hen
Peter Dome©2024
Before the day turned into night,
I had made sure I dressed up right,
Wore leather-loose and suede shoes tight,
Then, drove my Benz down strips of light.
It is Vegas, not like those towns,
Get to basics, unlike those clowns,
And place those big bets slam 'um downs,
All my aces beat all those crowns.
I went from GO and passed by jail,
All my doe in a golden pail,
I went from fish right to a whale,
A penthouse suite my holy grail.
I paid my debts, I'm free and clear,
Live righteous, happy, and sincere.
Your skin like leather
my bulletproof vest
inkling tubes
tuxedo of flesh
harness me
hand on chest
in between sheets
stringing me along like a kite
refrained from taking advice
whistle and jolt
the casual bubble bursts
bleeding love
and
quenching thirsts
You new leather shoe
How remarkable thy scent
Better than jasmines,
stuffed down my nostrils
As I tap my feet,
out the shoe store
How swiftly your perfume,
fades away
But still I will wear,
this accessory made from skin
Worshiping it till, the need
of a new pair
Dressed in black leather
Out in the weather
An ol bike between my knees.
Doing as I please
Life is but a tease
Wind blowing in my hair
Pushing the limits I dare
Heading towards that horizon that touches the sky
Live or die
Don't care about the why
Road leading to somewhere far away
Passing through each day
Looking for nought
But lessons life taught
The reason why so hard I fought
Lost
My body now pays the cost
Eyes that can no longer see that far
Hiding within that scar
Nobody can see
The Man I really be
The passion the
pain
The stain
Aways going against the grain
Against the rules
No time for fools
Riding blind
Towards whatever I find
Till life is left behind
Heather decided to dance in leather
A bra and a thong that went together
But it got so hot
Her gear slipped right off
And the crowd raised the roof for fine weather.
have you ever made love on a leather chair
sensuous feel of hide against skin that’s bare
making heightened senses even more aware
of the joy experienced there
intense feelings of want and care
sensuous feel of hide against skin that’s bare
oh you should make love on a leather chair
Was contemplating high noon
Neither one nor the other
A fulcrum
that holds up the day
The morning bright
With hope and light
The evening ,as always holds sway
In the brightest light
Shadow will be found
As possibility
Pours out on the ground
Who will live
to see the day
The sun at high
noon ,it does not say
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