I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

I love everything about you
Every inch of your 5 foot 2
I love the way you dress
And disrobed as well I confess
I love your overt sexuality
And your subtle femininity

I love your seductive smile
And your soft tender lips
I love you from head to toe
And each and every finger tip

I love your bobbed brown hair
And your dazzling green eyes
I love your curvaceous-ness
Your breasts, your hips, your thighs

I love you lying in my arms
Beside me in my bed
I love to hold you close
And kiss you softy on the head

I love everything about you
Every inch of your 5 foot 2
And the greatest thing of all
Is that you love me too

BE KIND REWIND

What a perfect evening
What a perfect first date
From the very first moment
We met beneath the clock
Till I left her at her door
Her sweet kiss upon my lips
Was complete and utter bliss
As I walk home I relive it
Her soft brown hair, the hazel eyes
Her sweet smile and her exotic smell
Oh and her soft caress
As in my head
I repeat each perfect moment
Then rewind and watch again

FILL MY WORLD WITH LIGHT

From the first break of day
Till the setting of the sun
My heart is full to overflowing
And I know that you are the one

Even as the dusk descends
And the world hovers in twilight
My heart still holds true
And I know all will be alright

But when the dark shadows merge
And the dusk turns into black
My heart is filled with dread
As the doubts come flooding back

It’s in the darkness where I succumb
Where I surrender to the fear
I am weak and afraid when I’m alone
But I feel strong when you’re near

You can banish the darkness forever
Filling my life with a perfect light
With the love that fills your heart
You can make every thing alright

Marry me and be my wife
And keep the forbidding dark at bay
I will know no fear or darkness
Only light after our wedding day

FLORENCE

It was to be another business dinner
Another fabulous restaurant
Another expensive meal,
Or should I say “dining experience”
At someone else’s expense
This time a Paris nightspot
Of great renown
But more boring business talk
More boring company
But then quelle surprise
Out of the blue and quite unexpected
Une jeune fille
How pretty she was
La belle fille
With huge brown eyes
And long dark hair
Une petite fille
Her name was Florence
The niece of our host
Only in Paris for one night
And did we mind if she joined us?
As if we would mind
A bunch of boring business men
Or a bunch of boring business men
And a beautiful young woman
No contest to my mind,
I was besotted by this beautiful creature
When the waiter came
The American next to me
Ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?”
“I’ll take her, any way she comes”
Fortunately I only said it in my head

ALEXA

I have always been rather partial
To a skinny brunette
That’s always been my ideal
It stems from when I was a lad of 14
And the time I saw Alexa
I fell in love with instantly
She was two years younger than me
And when I first set eyes on her
I thought I had died and gone to heaven
She was so perfectly beautiful
Of course she didn’t even know I existed
So I would watch her from a distance
A vision of loveliness
Playing with her friends
I never had the courage to speak to her
But I would practice
What I would say
If I ever got the courage
But of course I never did
So I would say them in my head
And make believe
I said the words to her
I would dream of a time
When I would ask her out
And we would walk away together
Holding hands as we walked down the street,
But it was only a dream
I wish I could go back to that time...
When I saw her standing there.
Knowing what I know now
And speak to her of my love
For Alexa, the skinny brunette
If only I could live my youth again

MEMORIES OF JANICE

I found the box in the attic
A flat, rigid white box
The sort that special greetings card came in
It was immediately familiar
Reminding me of my first love
For inside the box
Carefully kept and preserved
Were the love letters from Janice
Scented with cheap perfume
Letters full of young girls chatter
About favourite pop groups and fashions
And the days “must haves”
Talk of adolescent love and longing
Honey coated words of first love
Kept in the same box as her valentines card
Teenage love fondly remembered
The perfume was still evocative
Though faded like the memory
But I could see her pretty face
Framed with that fine brown hair
Cut in a Bob, so it kissed her neck as she moved
Her developing figure that hinted at what would be
Her gentle laugh that made you turn your eyes to her
The soft delicate hands that felt so good in mine
That first kiss that lingered on my lips
Long after we parted
I smiled at the memory
And wondered how her life went
What kind of woman did she become?
Did her aspirations bear fruit?
Or did she muddle through the years like the rest of us
Best not to know probably
The truth might diminish the memory
Of a sweet young girl

BROADBAND CONNECTION

I knew her name
And her email address
And I knew she was a poet
But that was all I guess
From her writing I divined a little more
She was clearly a Christian
And seemed to be an optimist
But I learned little more than this
Her profile only told me her age
And that we were from the same country
However I thought I should contact her
I don’t really know why
I don’t make a habit of it
It’s not in my nature to pry
And I’m not one to seek out correspondents
I have never foisted my self
I’ve never been a joiner of things
Or active looked for acquaintance
However I felt almost compelled
No I actually felt compelled
There was something you see
In her writing I suppose
That struck a chord in me
A kindred spirit possibly
Maybe we saw through the same eyes
Or shared the same moral compass
Or both like apple pies
I don’t know what it was
A connection of some kind
On some obscure level
I should say quite clearly
There was no romantic motive
I’m wasn’t looking for a lover
That ship sailed long ago
Nor did I need a companion
So what prompted it, I don’t know
That aside I then faced the problem
Of what I should say to her
I couldn’t say I felt compelled
Or I felt there was a connection
She would have thought me mad
But while I struggled to find the words
A message popped into my inbox
And it was from her, I opened it instantly
Read the first line and smiled
“I hope you don’t mind me contacting you
I’m not sure what prompted me to write”
Isn’t life strange?