I kept away Though I longed to see The woman who shares Your life I could have gone Any time, though You don’t want me to See your wife ‘She’s my build With dark hair And fringe’ My friend told me before But she’s more round And sullen Not so pretty as … Continue reading I Saw Her
Tag: Love
Pan
If Pan walked the earth He would be you Pure of nature Firm and true Sexy, light, dark Animal and man With a musical heart. Cloven hooves Protect you on high From working roofs Twixt earth and sky Far up there To soar and shine Your light comes forth As though divine. Part … Continue reading Pan
Solstice Fire
The flames lick the wood As I taste your food The meal you give to nurture me To fill me with your energy The touch to float me out of we Together free monotony The fire burns on blackened gnarl Your light golden in me now These licking flames intensely bold In white heat … Continue reading Solstice Fire
The ‘Sex Surge’
The 'local government officer' (LGO) and I continued for a while as described in The Buttered Bun post. One day he found an article by Karin Jones about her increased sexual desire at a certain age and how this affected her: she wanted lots of sex and no commitment. In another article she made reference … Continue reading The ‘Sex Surge’
The buttered bun
Ok so I understand this is the phrase that describes sex with a woman when she has just been with someone else. The local government officer was surprisingly turned on by his wife, the charity manager, fucking her new lover. Consequently we had some of the best sex of our marriage! Apparently it was the … Continue reading The buttered bun
Glow
He was fine Until I glowed Sun shines white Before I know Its heat inside I glow Your heat inside I glow I speak of you I glow Over again I glow Scorched by fire I glow Before you I glow Above you I glow Beneath you I glow All for you I … Continue reading Glow
Turmoil
Turmoil I wake in the morning and you are there; I work in the daytime, you are there still. The evening a repeat, there you are; The night, oh help! No respite. I wake again and it’s you; How is this possible? I flail and sigh and stroke myself, the days go by and still … Continue reading Turmoil
Playing with fire
I wrote this for my lover in August 2018. It's about our first liaison together in June. When I shared it with him, he was concerned that I was falling in love with him. He was right to be concerned, but I didn't let on.... Playing with Fire For years you sat across the room … Continue reading Playing with fire
Sunday
I've always loved Sundays. A lie in, tea in bed, a roll around with my beloved, a tasty brunch, maybe a walk, a fire on a cold day and a lovely meal. Fantastic 🙂. I still love Sundays but today as I sit here with my coffee after brunch, I am alone. Don't get me … Continue reading Sunday
Compartmentalisation (or compartmentalization according to your preferred spelling)
Yesterday when my lover was leaving to have a meal with his wife and in-laws, I asked him how he could do that to me (i.e. experience the great sex we'd just shared), just before going out with them? He said 'compartmentalise I guess'. It got me thinking about the differences between men and women … Continue reading Compartmentalisation (or compartmentalization according to your preferred spelling)
