Love of an older Woman
Remember my sweet when you fell at my feet
to declare your love for me.
You offered a decree an innocent plea
to lie in my arms and be free.
You made your move in the stable
as you caressed my raven hair
For on the straw I was laden
being stroked and kissed with care
I still feel the heat of your breast
and the taste of your honey sweet lips
I loved the joy you gave me
as you licked and stroked and flicked
I got lost in the moment of pleasure
and the need to be taken in lust
I ignored the years between us
and entwined in a bond of trust
I climaxed at the touch of your delicate tongue
it awoke my womanly need
To be taken this way your bird of prey
was beyond my wildest dreams
So lie with me forever
and be my maiden fair
And when I awake in the morning
I always want you there.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Poem of The Week
Old Rebel
Your never to old to be a rebel
let loose with manic mood.
Send shivers down the spine
of the path you want to choose.
Dance on the tables
Decorate the walls
Throw bricks at passers by,
but don't let the young bucks
make your spirit grown and die.
If you want to be a rebel
it's in your heart and in your soul,
and the things you say and do
will truly make you whole.
Never let age separate you from your will,
for life is to short
so take the anarchy pill.
Your never to old to be a rebel
let loose with manic mood.
Send shivers down the spine
of the path you want to choose.
Dance on the tables
Decorate the walls
Throw bricks at passers by,
but don't let the young bucks
make your spirit grown and die.
If you want to be a rebel
it's in your heart and in your soul,
and the things you say and do
will truly make you whole.
Never let age separate you from your will,
for life is to short
so take the anarchy pill.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Poem of the Week
Love Poison
When will you admit you like the drink.
When will your crave be quenched.
Love of the bottle brings you down
and breaks the hearts of all around.
When will you look into the glass and see
what it has done.
For without a will to find the light
the battle won't be won.
Put down the glass and see those saddened stares
of the little children in your life.
The one's that really care.
You have to look inwardly and open up your heart
for you don't want this torment to split our love apart.
I will guide you down this rocky road
I'll lead you by the hand.
For I am here to help you know,
I really understand.
When will you admit you like the drink.
When will your crave be quenched.
Love of the bottle brings you down
and breaks the hearts of all around.
When will you look into the glass and see
what it has done.
For without a will to find the light
the battle won't be won.
Put down the glass and see those saddened stares
of the little children in your life.
The one's that really care.
You have to look inwardly and open up your heart
for you don't want this torment to split our love apart.
I will guide you down this rocky road
I'll lead you by the hand.
For I am here to help you know,
I really understand.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Poem of The Week
Ladies of the Corn
Ravished ripped and torn
laid the maiden in the corn.
Flesh beneath her nails told
the story of the morn.
She loved the taste of lust
and embraced the locks of hair,
that traced across her breasts
and took away her cares.
The sweetness of her lips
and the taste of her thighs
made her tide of passion flow,
as she arched towards her ride.
Climatic was the outcome as she came into my lair,
this loving devil woman with the golden flowing hair.
Dedicated to the world of lesbians
Ravished ripped and torn
laid the maiden in the corn.
Flesh beneath her nails told
the story of the morn.
She loved the taste of lust
and embraced the locks of hair,
that traced across her breasts
and took away her cares.
The sweetness of her lips
and the taste of her thighs
made her tide of passion flow,
as she arched towards her ride.
Climatic was the outcome as she came into my lair,
this loving devil woman with the golden flowing hair.
Dedicated to the world of lesbians
Poem of The Week
Wait For Me
Wait for me my darling
for i will not stray
Wait for me my angel
we will be one I pray
I count each passing moment
and I can truly say
your vision is a beacon
the one that lights my way.
When time does stitch our hearts
and love does shine in rays
we will be together and
we will rejoice in play.
So think on my beauty when you are feeling low
This is a destined journey on which we both will go.
For the end will be Nirvana and our love will always stay
for we shall reap our harvest the one we sowed last May.
Dedicated to the one who waits for me, Cheryl.
Wait for me my darling
for i will not stray
Wait for me my angel
we will be one I pray
I count each passing moment
and I can truly say
your vision is a beacon
the one that lights my way.
When time does stitch our hearts
and love does shine in rays
we will be together and
we will rejoice in play.
So think on my beauty when you are feeling low
This is a destined journey on which we both will go.
For the end will be Nirvana and our love will always stay
for we shall reap our harvest the one we sowed last May.
Dedicated to the one who waits for me, Cheryl.
Poem of The Week
THE LOVE DOVE:
The love dove sang a sweet song
of a birth of love so pure.
It sang of blue eyes meeting
in a stare embraced in mist.
For it did mask reality
but they no longer cared,
for they plucked each others heart strings
sending music in the air.
The chorus sang the love dove told of passion
heated lust, for this song was a lovers tail
about a union of trust.
Dedicated to Cheryl.
The love dove sang a sweet song
of a birth of love so pure.
It sang of blue eyes meeting
in a stare embraced in mist.
For it did mask reality
but they no longer cared,
for they plucked each others heart strings
sending music in the air.
The chorus sang the love dove told of passion
heated lust, for this song was a lovers tail
about a union of trust.
Dedicated to Cheryl.
Friday, 9 March 2012
Poem of the Week
Your eyes
Eyes are touched in tearful dew
What love is this that runs me through
So deep are the cuts that scar my heart
What pain I feel when we're apart
Each dawn that breaks when your not there
sends a lonely mist into my air
I touch and caress you in a dream and
long to taste your pleasure stream
Why does the time pass so slow
why does my stricken need not go
Be with me my angel sweet
let me dance as we do meet
I will fall into your arms until the day that we depart
and when alas that time does pass don't be sad, don't be glum
for in heaven above we will be one
Eyes are touched in tearful dew
What love is this that runs me through
So deep are the cuts that scar my heart
What pain I feel when we're apart
Each dawn that breaks when your not there
sends a lonely mist into my air
I touch and caress you in a dream and
long to taste your pleasure stream
Why does the time pass so slow
why does my stricken need not go
Be with me my angel sweet
let me dance as we do meet
I will fall into your arms until the day that we depart
and when alas that time does pass don't be sad, don't be glum
for in heaven above we will be one
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