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She calls me up
Come over now
Let's experiment
Meow
On arrival
Dressed in black
Body purring
Like a pussy cat
Her leather-ed wear
Two thin strips
Flesh so open
Lips to hips
Stocking delight
Two pillars of black
Opening of joy
No turning back
Tying of leather
Lashed to her bed
Purring to perfection
Her wantings read
Stroked and petted
Writhing in pout
Touching of her
In sensuous shout
Deliverance of love
Our bodies grow
Releasing our spores
Explosive throw
On her command i release
Her ties so slack
The rise of her body
Arch of her back
I'm captured within
In clench of her grip
Total satisfaction
Sexed equip
Passion's continue
Well into the night
Leather-ed and bound
Her wanting delight
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Movie seen
Driving home
Newly found couple
To be alone
River bank parked
Dead of night
His golden blond
Beautiful sight
Their lips meet
Hands wander
Imagination flow
Hearts ponder
To be comfortable
Seats are changed
Buttons loose
Clothes rearranged
Passion starts
Hands walk free
Skin explored
Of he and she
Naked souls
Join as one
Heavens merge
Joys begun
With her thrusting hips
In vice like grip
Her loving want
In her he slips
In passion applause
His lava flows
Her warm insides
Outer body glows
Sweet sweetened mix
Perfumed skin
Warm with-drawl
Potions swim
Kisses in clench
Tenderness
This loving two
Soft caress
Sexed and fed
They head of home
Wondering about
Their next love roam
My love has fled his earthly body
he slipped away in the night
and of course it's him I long to talk to
to make everything seem right
We only had five months of reconnecting
but it changed our worlds outright
I know its the happiest I have been in my life
and he told me it was the same for him
He fueled me and counciled me
sexed me up and tousled me
made me feel special and he my prince
And I was his princess, his sweet
and with him I was complete
so there is a huge hole in me as I look within
I had no map forward in life that did not include him
the mere concept simply eluded
and the thought of a trail or a path confuses now because its so bleak
Because I can tell you, that man was my everything
and i can't say it any more plain
and I know I was his everything
I love you Alan Grant Edmunds Harris. I think we will be together again.
- Susan Manley (C) Artimus 11-17-23 11:53AM
So Long Now
David J Walker
You’re So old now
So bold now So told now
So bald now So cold now
So fat now So dead now
So debt now So fret now
So then now So thin now
So can’t now So know now
So what now So when now
So why now So high now
So low now So fast now
So slow now So oh now
So far now So par now
So star now So air now
So fair now So where now
So hair now So care now
So pink now So sink now
So kink now So think now
So stink now So go now
So snow now So flow now
So stop now So drop now
So flop now So Texted now
So flexed not So sexed now
So Exed now So hexed now
So strong now So song now
So send now So end now
So long now
Hotel love
I arrived at the uploaded village in the north, which had once been
a working hamlet, until famous people bought property there.
More people followed, as did estate agents the parish became
an in-place with posh cafes and restaurants with French names
where the original inhabitants could not afford to live in what was
left was a postcard idyll and a fake Tudor.
As I was booking in when my ex-girlfriend burst in full of eager talk
she was going to a restaurant where a well know singer would
appear and do as singers do sing.
In the right light and clever make-up, she looked about 37
it happened; I knew she was 54 but was not going to tell.
A young man she called darling carried her leather suitcase.
I was here to visit my daughter, her two noisy children and
her husband, who spoke of investment and paying taxes.
I ate wiener schnitzel, drank a bottle of wine, and served
by a woman dressed in a sexed-up folkloric costume
went to bed; my ex-girlfriend had a room next to mine
made a clamour when she arrived with her young man,
but after a while, things simmered down.
In the morning, when she came down for breakfast, she
as alone, not for her to let a lover see her in the morn
I called her name and asked her to sit with me and drank
coffee, her hands trembled, needed a drink but
I got her to eat a croissant.
Up in my room, drink in hands, she had a moment
of clarity, my life is a mess, she said it is your fault
for getting old and bald; slept in my bed for hours
getting up, going to her room to put on her young face.
I didn’t get to see my daughter and her children
had to drive my exes home before she got into
more trouble.
Rage! Rage! This angst, oozing from yawning deep,
Render to numbness, silent cornered weep,
Iniquitous decrees, when lulled to sleep,
Seduced by dybbuks, only vice to reap,
At impasse is reason in chaotic sneap,
Battle! Battle! Wrought courage to muster,
Nerves, sinews and pulse to not surrender,
Unto Death's embrace, believe, relive valour,
Cease the recreants who plunder honour,
Justitia unfold, raise sword, discard scales,
They excorcise a conjuring of wrongs -
Your wimp giants with their death-laden stales,
Who snatch, stuff, snuff, the hapless teeming throngs.
Bitter! Bitter! This death that lives in me,
Caged in dreaded mirrors, life dies in me,
‘Creep' - deep in my grey with seductive glee,
That heaven-flash, garden-lie, cursed harmony,
Sexed this soul, fervent red and sensory,
That ransom rush of crimson redemption,
Flesh sunk spirits misrender the Passion,
To quell the knell of that culmination,
Scrolls, religiosity and rendition,
For power, for heat, in false absolution,
And this death-row of bliss to deathless role,
Into eternal licking tongues since old,
All and I heedless to that Sword and scold,
Then brazen doors to pleas of curse served soul.
Mr Ragged 2024
The unsteady slow winter moon,
trudges towards a freezing night;
riding on winds back,of shadows feint,
blowing out the days diminishing light,
It is !
A pencil sketch in many pleasant hues
sharp strapped; as a barbers razor,
lined out,in a distant vanish point,
cloudless,pained in a subdued flavour,
Oh yes!
Wood pigeons pair for the chill; it comes!
Clocks are sleepy now many unwound,
all along the water spilled fountain; the
sparrows thirst sip for a familiar sound.
Then !
The street seems to carpet up its cobbles,
It narrows; and tunnels into fast black,
bully boy cats prowl; and growl all clawed,
local dog snoozes, it snores on its bed of sack.
There on -
a lonely street corner cardboard damped,
barley lit; Is home once again to Mr ragged,
chatting in an alcohol tongue; a dialect to rats,
brittle veined, slow flowed, pave stone padded,
Soon !
Morning seeps in; spilling quite secondhand,
It slept long and sexed; under voyaged stars,
not fit for purpose! It breaks over a penciled hill,
49th street corner bustles, Mr ragged lies very still.
Some cry
Walking down a beach in Jamaica
Sipping on some local rum
It was that moment when I fell and my head
Became imbedded between the cheeks of your bum
I knew nothing would come between us
The look on you face told me I was a winner
I clambered to my feet feeling like a knight
That is when I asked you out to dinner
Although you smacked me loosening my teeth
And been call an over sexed pervert
The sincerely look on my face captured you
And I knew your misconception would revert
My lips need not speak any longer for the words
From my heart were said through my eyes
You would be my summer love
My life long, love giving prize
I had to turn this unfortunate situation quickly
To do it I would need to use my charm
For the pain was not only hurting in my heart
But from the twist your boyfriend placed in my arm
I bumped into you in the eve after I returned from the hospital
I remember I had my arm in a cast
You came to me and apologised with a kiss
It was then I knew our love would last
We lay on the beach watching the sun set
Then we made love on Poseidon’s sea shore
I knew it wouldn’t be just a night of steamy sex
It would be that and a lot more
*"STEAMY SUMMER LOVE" (4 MEN ONLY)* There we go My Sweet
FROM THE VIRTUOUS WOMAN
TO THE WAYWARD:
Excuse me...I'm moving on,
And I don't need your opinion,
To cast away the trust I'm leaning on.
You have life and choices you living on,
And I don't think of deciding for you,
Since you can't decide for me too.
But I will only accept your suggestions,
By placing them on tactful digestions.
We've both been fairly young before,
When we were been held not to fall,
By people who acted as our tutelars.
But we're now of age living as thinkers.
You can freely go naked on the streets,
Get your self sexed up when you feel,
Because that's how you get to feed,
By going through this disgusting deal.
You exchange your integrity with cash,
And you warmly feel okay with that.
But that's your wish...and that's you.
So if I don't yearn to do as such,
Don't assume me to be a fool.
I will never allure someone's spouse,
Only to destroy the peace in his house.
Why should you sleep with someone's man,
With the intention to just have a child?
Yes,I know this is now your major aim,
Without you thinking of its ballgame,
For you to illicitly birth an inculpable nipper,
Into the world to live and suffer?
If you're not yet ticketed with wedlock,
Or you feel old age is causing a deadlock,
Is it the best option to just bastardize,
As a form of happiness to be satisfied?
I will ever dwell patiently with content,
No matter the pressure that I sense.
Inasmuch as I'm a woman of virtue,
Never do I loose my focus and value.
It's my life,my choice and I'm proud.
Thank you...I'm out!
Those yanks in their tanks never got many thanks
The locals moaned, ‘they’re over here’ *
We Brits had the ration, those yanks sought out passion
With cigarettes, chocolate and beer
Girls couldn't rely on a whiff of a nylon
So legs got the tea or the gravy **
Eye liner pencil sufficed for the seam
The trick was to not make it wavy
But Typhoo and Bisto for fellas from ’Cisco
Was something quite hard to explain
Those girls would do lock ins with painted on stockings
All thankful that it didn't rain
Then with the war over and husbands at Dover
And Uncle Sam’s troops on their toes
Wives by the dozen had buns in the oven
And those baby’s dads were John Does
——
* Over paid, over sexed and over here - a reference to American GIs
who came, seemingly, laden with otherwise rationed goodies.
** In the absence of nylons/stockings, women would ‘stain’ their legs
with tea and draw on the seam. According to Mr Google, some even
used gravy. Neither were waterproof and rain (in Britain?) was to be
avoided at all costs.