I meet her gaze I help her stand
I hold my breath and kiss her hand
I see her blush her cheeks red now
I smell her hair and kiss her brow
It brings me joy to hear her speak
I take her hand and kiss her cheek
I feel her skin neath my finger tips
I hold her face and kiss her lips
Our loves true passions now begin
I caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passions flow like summer rain
Our loves fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
Thursday 22 February 2007
JANE
Slenderly petite in stature
Adorned in shades of pastel nature
Hair the hue of copper red
Held with ribbon atop her head
Beneath her crimson fringe she views
Through shining eyes of brightest blue
With smiling confidence she speaks
Though with a blush upon her cheeks
Her lips soft pink and parted slightly
Aglow with luster and smiling brightly
She moves with elegance and grace
On dainty feet from place to place
Ivory hands of delicate softness
Fine fingers move with subtle deftness
No ring adorns her left hand finger
No marriage for this sweet joy bringer
Her eyes light up this radiant beauty
Her mouth turns up at corner cutely
Her countenance becomes breathtaking
It stops my heart but not from breaking
So who’s this angel you enquire?
Who’s this paragon of sweet desire?
So who’s this angel you ask again?
Why the angels name is simply Jane
An angel true from heaven above
Sent to touch my life with love
This capturer of hearts divine
I hope one day to make her mine
Adorned in shades of pastel nature
Hair the hue of copper red
Held with ribbon atop her head
Beneath her crimson fringe she views
Through shining eyes of brightest blue
With smiling confidence she speaks
Though with a blush upon her cheeks
Her lips soft pink and parted slightly
Aglow with luster and smiling brightly
She moves with elegance and grace
On dainty feet from place to place
Ivory hands of delicate softness
Fine fingers move with subtle deftness
No ring adorns her left hand finger
No marriage for this sweet joy bringer
Her eyes light up this radiant beauty
Her mouth turns up at corner cutely
Her countenance becomes breathtaking
It stops my heart but not from breaking
So who’s this angel you enquire?
Who’s this paragon of sweet desire?
So who’s this angel you ask again?
Why the angels name is simply Jane
An angel true from heaven above
Sent to touch my life with love
This capturer of hearts divine
I hope one day to make her mine
Thursday 15 February 2007
KISSING COUSINS
It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn’t really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn’t really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
IN THE AFTERGLOW
She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
OH GOD IN HEAVEN LORD ABOVE ALL
To the tune of “The gypsy girls dream” (I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls)
From an opera The Bohemian Girl composed by Michael Balfe.
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Looks upon us with grace
He is with us when we triumph
He is with us when we fail
And when the time comes and I join him on high
I will touch his loving face
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Watch and protect us until that day
Please watch us, protect us, until that day
God save us, Lord save us until that day
Oh god in heaven always loves us
Even when we may stray
He will support us and guide usas through life we navigate
And when the time comes and I join him on high
I will take His loving hand
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Watch and protect us until that day
Please watch us, protect us, until that day
God save us, Lord save us until that day
From an opera The Bohemian Girl composed by Michael Balfe.
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Looks upon us with grace
He is with us when we triumph
He is with us when we fail
And when the time comes and I join him on high
I will touch his loving face
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Watch and protect us until that day
Please watch us, protect us, until that day
God save us, Lord save us until that day
Oh god in heaven always loves us
Even when we may stray
He will support us and guide usas through life we navigate
And when the time comes and I join him on high
I will take His loving hand
Oh God in heaven Lord above all
Watch and protect us until that day
Please watch us, protect us, until that day
God save us, Lord save us until that day
MISSED OPERTUNITIES AND CONQUESTS
It is said that a woman
Never forgets the men she could have had
While a man
Never forgets the women that he couldn't
I’m not sure that’s true
Well not in my case anyway
For me I never forget the girls I could have had
I’m not sure either if too much soul searching is good for a person
Looking back always tends to be done through rose tinted spectacles
So it’s probably best not to dwell too much
On missed opportunities
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Brenda
Braw Brenda from the glens
With the roundest most perfect bottom
I have ever seen
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Stephanie
Stunning little Steffie
Her small buttocks incased in her jodhpurs
The most beautiful creature I ever held in my arms
She would hug me and bury her head in my chest
The smell of her hair was heaven
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Lisa
Lisa with the perfect combination
Of come to bed eyes and a gaping blouse
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Joanne
Jo the brunette from marketing
With the perfect tan
And the beautiful white toothed smile
All of these wonderful girls
Could have been mine
But at the time I couldn’t read the signs
My eyesight now has began to fail
Along with my appeal
But no regrets
Because decisions made
Rightly or wrongly
Made me who I am today
And anyway it wasn’t all bad
I haven’t led a celibate life
There were girls in my life
Little Clair at the disco kissing in the dark
When we left we made love in the park
Nicky all tits and dimples from the golf club
Reassuringly curvaceous in all the right places
We made love on the eighteenth green
Fiona more mature than her years
Jacky the older woman twenty years my senior
Seducing me in a Dublin hotel
Jail bait Gaynor the horny little cow
Jo with the deep voice but no Adams apple
Big mo with the well filled blouse
Joan the Irish fun bundle
Joanne a Willowy woman
Willing and welcoming
With the 18 inch waist
And the 40 inch bust
Dawn from Glasgow who I couldn’t understand
The only word I could make out was yes
Denise my best friend’s stepsister
Yvonne cute and naive
Doreen who people unkindly called plain
Plain and freckled with the chestnut hair
And the eyes that smiled
Debbie well everyone’s had a Debbie
Pat in the stockroom
Sue the slapper just about everywhere
Ellie at the Christmas party
And the three sisters who must remain nameless
So I haven’t had an empty life
Never forgets the men she could have had
While a man
Never forgets the women that he couldn't
I’m not sure that’s true
Well not in my case anyway
For me I never forget the girls I could have had
I’m not sure either if too much soul searching is good for a person
Looking back always tends to be done through rose tinted spectacles
So it’s probably best not to dwell too much
On missed opportunities
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Brenda
Braw Brenda from the glens
With the roundest most perfect bottom
I have ever seen
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Stephanie
Stunning little Steffie
Her small buttocks incased in her jodhpurs
The most beautiful creature I ever held in my arms
She would hug me and bury her head in my chest
The smell of her hair was heaven
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Lisa
Lisa with the perfect combination
Of come to bed eyes and a gaping blouse
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Joanne
Jo the brunette from marketing
With the perfect tan
And the beautiful white toothed smile
All of these wonderful girls
Could have been mine
But at the time I couldn’t read the signs
My eyesight now has began to fail
Along with my appeal
But no regrets
Because decisions made
Rightly or wrongly
Made me who I am today
And anyway it wasn’t all bad
I haven’t led a celibate life
There were girls in my life
Little Clair at the disco kissing in the dark
When we left we made love in the park
Nicky all tits and dimples from the golf club
Reassuringly curvaceous in all the right places
We made love on the eighteenth green
Fiona more mature than her years
Jacky the older woman twenty years my senior
Seducing me in a Dublin hotel
Jail bait Gaynor the horny little cow
Jo with the deep voice but no Adams apple
Big mo with the well filled blouse
Joan the Irish fun bundle
Joanne a Willowy woman
Willing and welcoming
With the 18 inch waist
And the 40 inch bust
Dawn from Glasgow who I couldn’t understand
The only word I could make out was yes
Denise my best friend’s stepsister
Yvonne cute and naive
Doreen who people unkindly called plain
Plain and freckled with the chestnut hair
And the eyes that smiled
Debbie well everyone’s had a Debbie
Pat in the stockroom
Sue the slapper just about everywhere
Ellie at the Christmas party
And the three sisters who must remain nameless
So I haven’t had an empty life
IF I KNEW THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW – VICKY
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Vicky
Young Plain little Vicky
Plain yet still alluring
A skinny little thing
With small pert breasts
How I wanted her but I held back
Because she was half my age
I know now that she didn’t care
If only I’d known then what I know now of life
I would have asked out Vicky
Young Plain little Vicky
Plain yet still alluring
A skinny little thing
With small pert breasts
How I wanted her but I held back
Because she was half my age
I know now that she didn’t care
If only I’d known then what I know now of life
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