GODDESS SEDUCTION

The first embrace
Of my seduction,
And the gentle passion
Of her kiss,
Quickened my pulse,
Electrified me.
Her unbuttoning my blouse
Met with compliance
And her hands,
As if gloved in velvet
Slid across my silken skin
Mapping my contours
Every sweep and curve of me
I felt her velvet touch
On my breasts
Teasing me, pleasing me
Tingling traversed my spine
Then warm breath, soft lips
On my proud pink tips
Before the moist heat
Of her warm honey mouth
Enveloped me
My mind was in a whirl
As this sensuous girl
Made love to me
An unknown sensuality
I never knew such a feeling
Erotic, toe curling
Getting me hot, getting me wet
I submitted to her
In guiltless acquiescence
As she undressed me.
Her lips began their journey
Kissing their way, to where?
Her mouth soft and tender
Traced in kisses
Around my ribcage
Oh my god, to there
Will she kiss me there?
My body shivered, quivered.
My skin tingled
As I felt her breath
On the soft down of my belly
Should I let her?
Should I let her kiss me there?
I squirmed beneath her
My head swimming
My body burned for her,
Ached and yearned for her
I felt her breathe against my fur
Her cheek lay against my thigh
I yielded to the goddess
Opened like a portal
Delivered myself to her
In all my vulnerability
And she delivered ecstasy

THEIR FIRST TIME

Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction

I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID

From my pew
Where I stood and prayed
My eyes were fixed
On a Christian maid

Is it inappropriate?
My lecherous behaviour
When in church
Worshipping the saviour

I studied every inch
Right down to the floor
Instead of hymn numbers
Vital statistics I saw

A glimpse of lace
A bra strap showing
My eyes consumed her
Without her knowing

The tightness of her jeans
Her shape within
I missed the sermon
Doubtless about sin

A sight to feast my eyes
Which affected me so
That I had a quiver in my voice
And a tingle down below

Oh lord forgive me
For being such a sinner
But you must admit
She really is a stunner

EPIDEMIC TO PANDEMIC

The UK swine flu cases
Have now reach sixty two
But the shocking news
That’s being kept from you
Is of the 35 million
Confirmed cases of man flu

FEVERISH

I don’t think I have swine flu
As I haven’t been to Mexico
But I don’t feel well at all
I feel like crap if you must know
I thought of the NHS for advice
On the flu and perhaps its tackling
So I phoned the swine flu hotline
But all I got was crackling

PRISONER OF LOVE

I stole a glance at you
Lustfully larcenous
More than one in fact
I was a repeat offender
A serial gazer
In perpetual regard
Loitering with intent to stare
In open mouthed infatuation
And you caught me
Apprehended me in the act
Of elicit observation
Your arresting look
Took custody of me
A petty felon
With prior form
And with merciless intent
You stole my heart
Without hesitation
No mere act of petty larceny
You took it from me
And at once captivated me
Imprisoned me
Behind the bars of love
Once in your possession
It became valueless
Scornfully regarded
You keep it under glass
On display
Where you can watch it beat
Or by capricious whim
Play with it
Like a cat plays with a mouse
While I die by inches
Knowing you have my heart
But not one of your own
So sits a prisoner of love
In sight of death row
Indefinitely incarcerated
Behind the bars of love
No hope of parole

THE RUSTIC STILE AT LANES END

At lanes end
The rustic stile
Stands sentinel still
Marking that special place
Where the fates conspired
Our souls should meet
Though we purposely
Trod opposing paths
We met at that rustic spot
And to help you cross
I took your hand
Small and silken soft
Guiding you safe to my side
And despite the presence
Of each others companions
We were to all intents
Quite alone
And in those moments
When hand touched hand
We at once beheld
Our lives from that point on
Would be forever altered
And were content
With that destiny

At lanes end
The rustic stile
Stands like a monument
Marking the place of alteration
A significant place
A spiritual place oft revisited
And on such sojourns
We would find renewal
As the energizing memory
Of that special moment
Assailed our senses
Essentially invigorating
Like imbibing the waters
From the fountain of youth
And our hearts would once again
Resound with joyousness
And sweet moments of romance
Those excited tingles
Of loves first passion
When hearts beat faster
And desire courses
Through every fibre
The thrill of blossoming love
Adding to the strata
Of our love laid down
Through all our years
By returning to the place
Of loves wondrous inception
We keep our love alive
And in equal measure
Love returns the favour