LATE

John Ellis worked hard
And spent his leisure time
Pubbing and Clubbing
Till late
Very late
This night didn’t differ
When he crawled into his pit
Much the worse for drink
It was late
Very late
When he awoke in the morning
Thick head pounding
He stared bleary eyed at the clock
It was late
Very late
Slowly what he saw permeated the haze
Dawning on him in the half light
And he cursed
I’m late
I’m late
He hurriedly scraped the ice
Then when he got in the car
The radio confirmed
He was late
Very late
He was a safe driver normally
But today he drove too fast
He took too many chances
Because he was late
Very late
He raced on to the motorway
Despite the spray and patchy mist
He raced on ever conscious
He was late
Very late
Bright red lights
Pierced through the mist suddenly
He braced himself and braked
Too late
Too late
His mangled body sat motionless
In the tangle of mangled metal
And his life ebbed away
Late, late
The late John Ellis

AFTER THE FUNERAL

At the funeral on the remembrance lawn
Looking at her all in black gave me the horn
This may well be regarded as shocking
But I pictured her wearing only stockings
I offered her my condolences and good wishes
And later after flirting we exchanged kisses
I removed her from her smart black suit
Peeling her like a piece of ripe fruit
Once divested of her widows weeds
My attentions turned to sowing my seeds
Naked but for stockings and suspender belt
I fondled her breasts as before her I knelt
Her nipples stood proud and swollen
No hint of innocence to be stolen
I kissed her from mouth to stocking top
And below her belly I took a pause to stop
Gently I kissed her pale pink haven
Silkily soft to touch and freshly shaven
She opened like a flower before me
And I tasted her sweet nectar eagerly
I explored amidst the petals tenderly
Before i worked at her more rythmically
She moaned in explosive climax loudly
My throbbing organ stood out proudly
She lay before me a tattoo on her hip
And with piercing's in ears, nose and lip
I lay to pierce her flesh with myself too
And on her beat out a passionate tattoo
Then after great mutual consummation
Further pleasures were the expectation
Her eager mouth was so well employed
Rendering oral pleasure well enjoyed
Then came the gift for naughty girls
When she wore my necklace of pearls
With no chance she would lay serenely
She begged for more quite wantonly
Mutual oral satisfaction was one way
And toys and lotions came in to play
Then not tiring of our copulations
She offered herself again for penetration
More times after that I entered her
Until I was only shooting dust and air
Finally she let me sleep but just till dawn
When I awoke to her mouth about my horn

I LIKE

I like them in the rain
I like them in sunshine
I like them after whisky
I like them after wine
I like them when they ignore me
And I like them when they pine
I like them narrow
I like them wide
I like them from the front
I like them from the side
I like them button nosed
And I like them almond eyed
I like them in the dark
I like them in the light
I like them in the day
I like them in the night
I like them from the left
And I like them from the right
I like them in the winter
I like them in the spring
I like them if they’re dowdy
I like them if they’re bling
I like them if they’re distant
And I like them if they cling
I like them fragrant
I like them farty
I like them demure
I like them tarty
I like them homespun
And I like them at a party
I like them blonde
I like them red
I like them single
I like them wed
I like them common
And I like them well bred
I like them black
I like them brown
I like them in a dress
I like them in a gown
I like them with a smile
And I like them with a frown
I like them straight
I like them round
I like them free
I like them bound
I like them by the inch
And I like them by the pound
I like them small
I like them pert
I like them in shorts
I like them in a skirt
I like them coy
And I like them when they flirt
I like them big
I like them small
I like them short
I like them tall
But I like them willing
Most of all

LOVE AT A STROKE

I saw her across the room
A vision of beauty to the beholder
I was struck, instantly
By her loveliness, by her elegance
The way she held herself
I was spellbound by the image
I was physically altered by her
Was this love at first sight?
Or mere infatuation
She was really lovely
And I doubtless felt something
What I saw was a rare beauty
A precious thing
Like a work of art
Treasured on a gallery wall
A painting seen from a distance
But what I felt wasn’t love
Not from the first sight of her
Desire yes, feelings of passion also yes
Want and need certainly
But real depth of love no
This comes later, after closer study
Examining the canvas
Every nuance, each brushstroke
Form, colours, composition, perspectives
Seeing beneath the beautiful façade
To find beneath the painted layers
To where true beauty resides
Only after this patient study
Can you find true depth of feeling
And claim to be in love

THE SEARCH

Since I was a young man,
Little more than a boy
I searched for it, my holy grail
The key, which will unlock me
The piece of the puzzle, which will complete me
My reflection, my soul mate
I looked everywhere
But no love at first sight
No lightning bolts, no electric shocks
I searched for years for my perfect other
But that’s not right I didn’t seek perfection
I didn’t have a set of criteria
Not Hair colour, eyes, height, shape
Accent, social background, interests or age
I didn’t have a vision of her
I didn’t even know what I sought
But when I saw her I would know
Not that I went hunting
I didn’t engage in quests or pursuits
I knew that if it was suppose to happen it would
If I were fated to be alone, then so be it
So I went about my living my life
Work, friends, family holidays in the lakes
And I had a very happy life
Not an empty existence
Just a feeling of incompleteness
One of the pleasures of life for me
Was inhabiting books shops
Proper bookshops with rows of leather and vellum
Shelves full of old friends
Dickens, Buchan, Lewis, Too many to name
One day I stood thumbing a well-read volume
And I dropped it to the floor inexplicably
I stooped to retrieve it
But another hand reached it first
As we both stood up
I breathed her scent then I met her gaze
And saw the smile on her lips and in her eyes
As she placed the book in my hand
Our fingers touched for the briefest moment
And a tingle of electricity passed between us
“Ah there you are,” I said to myself

CUPIDS BEAU

It took only seconds, after he saw her
For him to adore her
And In a week of having rated her
He went on and dated her
When he said good night after kissing her
Straight away he was missing her
And when he started to caress her
He wanted to possess her
And even before he made love to her
He was deeply in love with her
Then In a month of having bedded her
He went on and wedded her
They went together like hand in glove
How lucky to land in love

THERE

You are there
When I face adversity
And in times of conflict
When I encounter trajedy or loss
You are there
When I experience joy
And at times of happiness
When I feel pride and count my blessings
You were there
When my children entered the world
And at their baptisms
When they married and when loved ones passed
You are always there
Dear lord