Sung to the tune of the traditional German folk song “Kinderlied”
Oh my lord way above
God in heaven, king of love
Please look down, from your throne
Look on us with love.
God of gods, king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Oh my lord bless our lives
Christ the saviour guiding light
Please look down, from your throne
Bless us with your light
God of gods, king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Oh my lord fill our hearts
Up in heaven where love starts
Please look down, from your throne
Please lord fill our hearts.
God of gods, king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Oh my lord way above
God in heaven, king of love
Please look down, from your throne
Look on us with love.
God of gods, king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Oh my lord guide our hand
God the father king of man
Please look down, from your throne
Dear lord guide our hand
God of gods , king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Oh my lord way above
God in heaven, king of love
Please look down, from your throne
Look on us with love
God of gods , king of kings
God in heaven where angels sing
Oh my lord, Way above
Look on us with love
Thursday, 15 February 2007
ONCE MORE
A new beginning
A brand new start
Starting afresh
With a mended heart
Tentative steps
Best foot forward
Opening myself up
Wondering if I should
But I go anyway
Out into the world
Taking a chance again
On another girl
If my heart gets broken
Maybe this time it will die
Even with that at stake
Still I know I must try
A brand new start
Starting afresh
With a mended heart
Tentative steps
Best foot forward
Opening myself up
Wondering if I should
But I go anyway
Out into the world
Taking a chance again
On another girl
If my heart gets broken
Maybe this time it will die
Even with that at stake
Still I know I must try
IN THE CHAIR
I entered the living room from the garden
To a scene which gave me a hard on
My housekeeper’s daughter was there
Sitting in a leather winged back chair
Unaware of my presence by the garden door
Her pants discarded nearby on the floor
One leg draped over the arm of the chair
Happily pleasuring herself without a care
Her eyes closed thinking she was alone
Writhing gently with each successive moan
Between her lips fingers worked eagerly
And her pink flesh responded moistly
I slipped off my swim shorts right there
And began tugging on my organ before her
She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise
Her eyes looking at me pulling on my rise
She continued masturbating with me watching
And I matched the rhythm of her fingering
Then she motioned me to her in the chair
Still tugging on my organ I approached her
With her free hand she grabbed my erection
Taking it in her mouth to my satisfaction
With one hand I braced myself on the chair
While the other one caressed her red hair
Her thighs drew together as she came loudly
Moaning and writhing, still sucking on me
She jumped up and knelt in the chair quickly
Gripping the leather back offering herself to me
I pulled up her short skirt quickly by the hem
Exposing her buttocks then I fondled them
Her Round firm buttocks confronted me
As I knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” she said in haste
“Don’t worry” I replied, “I just want a taste”
I stood, hands on her cheeks caressing her
Kneading them before penetrating her
Once inside her I pulled at her summer vest
Then my hands played with her breasts
I thrust into her tight pussy again and again
Gripping her tits as I gave her my cane
Then her taught body gave a shudder as she came
Then another and another then I did the same
After withdrawal she was all coy and beguiling
She put on her pants and went away smiling
After one session I looked forward to another
In the mean time I went off to have her mother
To a scene which gave me a hard on
My housekeeper’s daughter was there
Sitting in a leather winged back chair
Unaware of my presence by the garden door
Her pants discarded nearby on the floor
One leg draped over the arm of the chair
Happily pleasuring herself without a care
Her eyes closed thinking she was alone
Writhing gently with each successive moan
Between her lips fingers worked eagerly
And her pink flesh responded moistly
I slipped off my swim shorts right there
And began tugging on my organ before her
She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise
Her eyes looking at me pulling on my rise
She continued masturbating with me watching
And I matched the rhythm of her fingering
Then she motioned me to her in the chair
Still tugging on my organ I approached her
With her free hand she grabbed my erection
Taking it in her mouth to my satisfaction
With one hand I braced myself on the chair
While the other one caressed her red hair
Her thighs drew together as she came loudly
Moaning and writhing, still sucking on me
She jumped up and knelt in the chair quickly
Gripping the leather back offering herself to me
I pulled up her short skirt quickly by the hem
Exposing her buttocks then I fondled them
Her Round firm buttocks confronted me
As I knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” she said in haste
“Don’t worry” I replied, “I just want a taste”
I stood, hands on her cheeks caressing her
Kneading them before penetrating her
Once inside her I pulled at her summer vest
Then my hands played with her breasts
I thrust into her tight pussy again and again
Gripping her tits as I gave her my cane
Then her taught body gave a shudder as she came
Then another and another then I did the same
After withdrawal she was all coy and beguiling
She put on her pants and went away smiling
After one session I looked forward to another
In the mean time I went off to have her mother
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
DREAM LAKE
The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked one the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked one the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples erect then shivered
But not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling up within her, a heat she had
Not felt before and may never feel again
Was everything as it appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just a vivid dream
A STRANGER THAT I KNOW
I approached a stranger, a woman
Though not a stranger, some how familiar
In some way, In her pale eyes I saw what?
Recognition? There was something but what
We held each other’s gaze and then she stood
We faced each other in silence, watching
She offered her hand to me smiling
I took it and smiled back, in silence
Her hand soft and gentle lay on my own
Then her fine delicate fingers fitted
Between mine like pieces of a puzzle
Placed to fit perfectly, completing
A picture of lost moments found once more
She spoke and opened an eternal door
Though not a stranger, some how familiar
In some way, In her pale eyes I saw what?
Recognition? There was something but what
We held each other’s gaze and then she stood
We faced each other in silence, watching
She offered her hand to me smiling
I took it and smiled back, in silence
Her hand soft and gentle lay on my own
Then her fine delicate fingers fitted
Between mine like pieces of a puzzle
Placed to fit perfectly, completing
A picture of lost moments found once more
She spoke and opened an eternal door
WHITE LADY
The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This cast a dappled shadow across her
Which touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While white cotton confined her young breasts
The cotton of her dress hid her figure
It billowed around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her young body a mystery
A vision in white causing men to stare
As a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting her form for us all to see
Everything exposed by the summer light
Set all men’s pulses racing at the sight
Beneath the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This cast a dappled shadow across her
Which touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While white cotton confined her young breasts
The cotton of her dress hid her figure
It billowed around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her young body a mystery
A vision in white causing men to stare
As a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting her form for us all to see
Everything exposed by the summer light
Set all men’s pulses racing at the sight
UNDER THE CLOCK
Suited and booted he sat waiting there
Perched on the edge of his seat, restless
He sat watching the great clock hands moving
Slowly as they ticked off the minutes
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
As he waited beneath the great clock face
He asked himself “what was he doing”?
A blind date what was he thinking, madness
He was too old for blind dates far too old
Why did he agree, what would they talk about
He wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was
More Wilson Philips than Wilson picket
But there she was not too young and lovely
His mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint
“I was terribly nervous about tonight”
She said putting him straight at his ease
She slipped off her coat effortlessly
With an easy grace and elegance
When he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On the wall, hit a woman on the back
And knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically and she bad him sit
Perched on the edge of his seat, restless
He sat watching the great clock hands moving
Slowly as they ticked off the minutes
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
As he waited beneath the great clock face
He asked himself “what was he doing”?
A blind date what was he thinking, madness
He was too old for blind dates far too old
Why did he agree, what would they talk about
He wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was
More Wilson Philips than Wilson picket
But there she was not too young and lovely
His mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint
“I was terribly nervous about tonight”
She said putting him straight at his ease
She slipped off her coat effortlessly
With an easy grace and elegance
When he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On the wall, hit a woman on the back
And knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically and she bad him sit
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