Ever tangled in a maelstrom of indignant cursing
Plagued by misappropriated convovulation
A self satisfying ******* of prose
He tosses out verse after verse to quell the burning
The fire inside that yearns for air
Yet disbelieves his words have worth

Did you look in the mirror before you went out?
Your spiders legs are hanging out

That morning smile
It's like the sunshine
Lights my dark days
Just the chit chat
Words each morning
Makes the day bearable
Will it be the green today?
I love green
But no another colour
The outfit is a talking point
We sit people watching
Though this is an escape
Escape of a kind, but so much more
A duality of spirit
We listen to her
Study her face
Her little ears
Her piercings
Her lips
I digress now
He's away, America  
From abroad today
She awaits his return
Hangs for words from afar
It makes her cheeks glow
I wonder does she wonder
No I guess never
But what if?
Were there now
Off she gets
I watch her walk
Study her, imagine her
Gone for another day
The morning smiled
Such pleasure fills me
Selfish and betrayal
A light in my now cold heart

Bleached blonde hair and cigarette
New high heels the latest dress
Never worked or or done a tap
You greatest works done on your back
The state has filled your moral gap
Jeremy Kyle taught you that
A hero to you, a God in a way
Sat watching him every day
Always first in the que
For any benefits you can *****
Fathers day must be fun !
When seven different fellas come
Live a life without need
All the kids have ADHD
All a label all a brand
To you it's just cash in hand
More for **** and wine as well
A disability car too
They even fill the forms for you
You have it all a hedonite
You don't work or give a *****
Facebook and twitter you just love
Following fools and chatting up
Your an expert now you have it all
The perfect life for **** all
But hang on, what's this pain?
As you age your health gets frail
It's all the **** you shoved inside
Now the NHS supplies
You never paid a penny in
But time to claim it is again
You shout again and stamp your feet
Oxygen and chair for free
And when you finally pop your cloggs
A grant to cremate your sponging ***

I was born an agnostic, though I knew not what one was
As a child I was taught religion, though I knew not of gods
I was indoctrinated to believe in god, but there was no evidence too be seen
As I teenager I was taught science, the proof was all around me
I began to question god, and I began to embrace atheism
I was told I was a bad person, I had no morals or faith
Yet my faith in mankind lay in all creeds not just yours
As an adult I had learnt enough to know, to know I was an agnostic
Those who believed in god believed themselves good and for that, would be rewarded in an afterlife
Those who disbelieved in god, believed in this life and practiced good
Much has been done, good and bad under the banners, in  the name of god and good
I'd rather see things done in the name of mankind
For we are mankind not godkind
We never were

And then, silence fell.
The city was fluid before
No signs of conflicts or hate
No rage
People shopped as any other day
They didn't know, no one could
People fell, as thought fainting
Only to shake then be still
None immune, none spared.
Now silence.

Black dog day
Black dog night
Black dog life
I didn't have a dog
Now day becomes night at noon
I talk to the knight to calm the day
If the dogs not here he's with knight
****** dog

I find myself back in the spiral of hell.... whilst life is so precious
Yet each day disappears into the book of yesterday.
The book of yesterday written in time as you dealt with life and it's challenges and changes
Being there for all who needed you
Everyone's rock, was how you rolled
I don't believe your time wasted as you evolve, grow, learn
That is what moves us on from our past
From its pleasures and pains
It's spirals may be a road to hell
Yet not its destination
In truth you can never regain that time or change how you spent it
There is no exact science in life, no guide
We get no directions no choice of emotions
Some will hurt, some heal and life will go on
Somewhere if your lucky you share the journey
Not always all of it, but some
So to set out to live for today, is the only course you can chart
If your lucky your course may cross another's and the journey becomes an adventure filled with sunny days
Remember tomorrow isn't written and you will never get back time
Your future lies there, not in the book of yesterday.

Tittle tattle tongues always awash in inquisition
Is it their once meek failings?
Or loves lost labour's that spurn them to seek entanglement in my life?
Hard it must be for them to assume and presume, never knowing yet thriving upon Septic thoughts.
They may see in me something I cannot?
Or see in you something they cannot have, or lost.
For what I see is not their folly or presumption.
It is my fantasy alone and if truth be known more languid in debauchery than they could ever picture or imagine.
For my solace in my words not their deeds.
Although one follows the other, it is not compulsory nor is it always desired.
For the thoughts of slow driving ******* of the spirit is mine alone.
My thought
My words
My imagery
Her responses
Are my imagination
I seldom see these interlopers or speak to them.
I ask not to be judged as a peer, nor accepted as an equal.
I mostly despise their counsel in any way
The saving grace is the inability to read my thoughts or know of my works.
In that I deny them a world of emotion and pleasure they are not worthy of.

I thought I knew of life
Exhilaration, fear, fright, love
I thought I knew my mind
Dreams, wants, needs
I thought I had the answers
Future, past, present
I thought
I was wrong
Then I knew
I was wrong
I knew nothing

Today in 1963 A father of four had a dream
A dream that followed from the horrors of war
Where his race had fought and died for the emancipation of Europe to let freedom ring
They had seen the extermination of the Jews, Negros and homosexuals they believed in a better world
Yet returning to find segregation still rife
Southern politicians still believing them slaves and a sub class
He told them to rise from the valleys of segregation and they came and peacefully protested
He said the government had failed to cash a promissory cheque, he was right. Lincoln's dream was not the freedom promised.
They marched silently past the National Guard, with dignity and were hosed by the fire department
Yet the fire within their hearts burned stronger
Change came after his death and slowly

Fifty years on Dr King is gone yet his dream is as vivid today as it was then
His dream of judging by character not by colour has been replaced by those who now judge by religion.
Once again the injustice, interposition and Nullification
Once again the world is at a crossroads
Creeds now walk alone others rejoice in killing
The concept of all created equal is no longer a dream for all
In places it is reality, in other lands their only dream
As we now sit on the edge of reason poised to once again bomb another creed we are once again looking for a solution
We have a ***** US president, Female heads of state, multi cultural countries in peace and yet we **** over gods creed and belief
I would remind them of his words...

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotes of civil rights "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

Now read those words Obama, Cameron, Putin and your peers. March ahead for men women and children have no highway home or lodging in Syria. They have little cover and no food and little water. I don't claim the solution is easy but Is military action by bombs from above your best option?
The coming days will tell.
It seems the Kings, Kennedy's and those who believed peace and harmony was an option are now in the minority in power.

To close with his words.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every hamlet, every state every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of gods children, black men white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old ***** spiritual,
" Free at last! Free at last. GOD ALMIGHTY, we are free at last.

Now add Muslim, Arab, Sunni and any other measure of colour and creed.

May you and whoever your god, country or colour may be. Live in freedom and respect others.

So who do you believe the USA ?
Who say Syria gassed it's own the other day
Or Russian TV that shows rebels have their own
With Saudi labels from close to home
The bodies stretched out lifeless now
Yet less than 1% or the total dead
What changed and why and how come now ?
Is collusion evidence likely to be found
Are both sides as bad as each other
Are there horrors yet to discover
Is the west dropping bombs going to change a thing?
Or will Russia's bear wake from its sleep
Uncertain as to what's to gain
Yet Cameron demands we bomb again
When did we become the police
To try and fix the middle east
The Arabs sit and let it roll
Why?
Because they have the oil
For them it's a win whatever now
As money is all they care about

Infuriated doesn't come close when listening to the words you spout
You are so special in every way I could feel the need, I had to say
If you don't go away I'll strangle you with your mum's **** beads
Now where that came from left me at a loss, but he shut up and buggered off.
Probably gone home to check what else his mum has hidden under her bed!

Oblivion at one end
A life dedicated to be medicated
The other
A void of lost thoughts like a black hole
Mad all you can do is watch
Watch as the pills control them
Prozac now flows through their veins
Never the same person again

Lost looking for something?
A friends idea of fun?
Just a little pick me up
To make the evening fun!
Something in tablet form
Or a cheeky little bag?
A quick sniff and it's In you
Or swallowed with your drink
You've no idea what you took
But now the ceilings pink
The room is spinning wildly
You eyes begin to blink
The sounds all become louder
The noise is just intense
What was the magic tablet
Your boyfriend made you take
Well paracetomol crushed
Mixed with kitchen cleaner
The high your now experiencing
Isn't getting better
Your organs all are poisoned
Beginning to shut down
The paramedics calls your name
But your answer won't come out
Tomorrow on the table your parents look at you
Before the post mortem looks inside too
Major ***** failure one after the other
Poisoned by a legal high
That didn't work for you
So read this and learn it isn't made up
I saw her in resus, when I was a young cop
He boyfriend went to prison he said he gave it her
So off you pop now have a drink
Dance and paint the town
But don't take any smarties
Offered by your chums!

Just a little
No more
Not to much
Not greed
Not avarice
Not betrayal
No more than necessary
No less than to fulfill
None left
None to give
None to take
Only remnants
Only an echo
Only a trace
Just a little

It's a race the rats won't enter
Rodents have more sense
Than working just to live
In a place we only rent
For the humans run the planet
Well that is what they think
Reality is they've lost it
There is no human race.

Sitting upon a wobbly fence while people die in a foreign place
Watching and waiting for another to act while spouting rhetorical political chat
Passing blame from one to another as thousands die as the gas clouds smother
So as a world we learnt nothing today as genocide happens again
Auchwitz and Belson we acted to late but promised to learn from man's dark days
So why aren't we doing a **** thing today

Not a specific or pre defined the random man is much maligned
Not fitting the mould or a towing the line the random man has his own mind
Now the mind may be a little mixed up like pop in a bottle all shuck up
He may have days he can't face the world, knowing his voice can't be heard
Days his flesh burns to the touch and his heart is lost in an empty husk
So the random man simply bimbles on unnoticed by all, glimpsed by some
A trace of him left here or there, but no one has his life to share
The random man be he you or me, exists in all of lifes journey
Some day he may even cross your path, but you won't notice till he has passed

Living in a world run by bankers
You could be forgiven and think their wankers!
Politicians are now morally bankrupt
Yet voted in by all of us
A shambles the world stage thus becomes
When wars for oil are fought and won
For who holds the reigns in this new age?
A world of fear and religious rage
The media would have you believe that everyone's our  enemy
All fed the same by those in power, brainwashed TV every hour
No lesson yet have we ever learnt our fate seems sealed and we shall burn

Poetry is temporarily unavailable once more
While I try to focus above a door
Scraping tile adhesive off and breaking tools doing the job
Flaming mad I have become as it won't come off and it isn't fun
So soon I shall expand the task
Get my hammer and smash smash smash
It may be neanderthal but I've had enough
It's tIme to finish this for good.

In December they will write of away in a manger and silent night
Trees and angels glowing bright in every home but is that right?
So what is so special about that day?
For religion long since lost its way
Commerce now rules the roost built on theology it's idioms proof
The date is now meaningless it was arbitrary in any case
For you see the date it really is a fake, I won't say the word it has no place
It's a time some feel so alone lost without a loving home
All they feel that they can do is shed this mortal coil and go
Others try to buy so much to try and earn a lover's lust
That's the point is it not?
To spend and spend till it's all gone
Materialistic self pious praise to show them you raised your game
So next year when it comes once more, your still paying for the one before
The meaning now it's totally lost If only just a pair of socks
Yet rapped with love it means much more than anything that came before
Yet there is something left inside even a cold dead heart like mine
It's the look upon a small child's face when opening gifts on that day
Or a lover wrapped in silk and lace that makes your heart beat again
So look not at December the twenty fifth to perpetuate the festive myth
For if you open up your eyes, your heart may also beat with life
Then any time, any day...
Could be the Christmas you can make
Who knows it could be every Day

I wandered lowly as a star, well I shopped in Ruthin in the spar!
A birthday now sneaks up on me it's 40+ oh whoopee
So what now can I expect from life, I've married divorced and been a wife!
I've ridden, fallen and paid the price and lived my bucket list like fire
My kids so far my greatest work, tried politics but full of nerds.
The parallel is simple enough they drop their stuff I pick it up.
So the world sidewalks into the abys, wear factor 50 to help with it
As carbon gas heartache earth and we all go grey and loose our worth
I opted out and moved to Wales my little family I shall save
Just one thing left I need to do ...
Find a hunk to chop some wood
One who isn't thick upstairs and makes my winter's warm as well

Serendipitys dog is a happy soul for he has no purpose as everyone one knows
Not to confuse him with Shrodingers cat
Who didn't know where the hell he was at.
Alive or dead or here or not, his owner was in for a bit of a shock
But no our dog was different to him for he didn't look for anything
He didn't look for quantum laws or try to explain what came before
For one day he knew he would simply be, in a place where time and space stood still
It may only happen once in his life but our dog knew he'd be alright.
You see probability ruled his life as fate did to, he didn't have much say in that or what to do
For the universe in all it's splendour occasionally made things a little better
Would it be chum or chapie for tea well that would be Serendipity.

Serendipity Day
A happy accident
Or a fortunate mistake
One day in 365 but it's the day
Because there is only one Day
A day planned by others
Yet the Day didn't know
How can Day know of a day
Or a Day know of the coming night
Isn't that serenity in serendipity
Specifically, so they say:
The accident of finding something good or useful
While not specifically searching for it
Or perhaps when one was no longer searching
The word has been voted for !
In the ten English words hardest to translate
I get that now, for how do you not search to find
How do you loose yourself not looking
Then what do you do when it's found ?
Find what your not looking for
See what was never there?
Oh that will be the Day
A Day like no other day
Serendipity Day

Listen to the radio
Talk of war and famine
Then they play a cheery tune
From a manufactured band
Then an oldie I remember as a teen
Realise I heard it when I was 16
Life is like a highspeed train
Until it goes a miss
Then it's like a freight train crash
Then it's all a mess
But in reverence to grammar
The announcer makes it all
Sound like the weather
No emotion at all

A second in the arms of a lover can last minutes
Days become weeks when not together
A lifetime can be a millennia
Without them an eternity

Many times I walked that same beach
Many times I collected shells
Many times I paddled
Many times I watched the sunset
Many times I felt the sea on my feet
Many times I felt the sun and the wind
Many times only I alone
It's the same sun
The same sea
The same shore
But now it's different
I don't walk alone

To hot! To cold!
Goldilocks said when trying porridge before her bed.
To soft! To hard!
Sleep would be a drama as well.
You see not everything in life fits the way it ought.
I don't mean material things like a couch or a rug.
It's the things you can't buy, like how he gives a hug.
Its the way arms wrap around you or the feeling from her kiss.
It's more than just the motions its the way two lovers fit, energy's in balance a rare thing that it is.
So goldilocks I guess was right when she knew what she didn't want, if the missing piece isn't there, is there any point.
Imagine it's like Christmas but on any other day, you crave to hold them in your arms and feel complete again.
So ask me when it's Christmas?
I say that I don't know.
For until i've found the right pieces my hearts as cold as snow.
So that's my theory, it's the jigsaw of love and life.
If you melt into each others arms I think you have it right.
My only reservation? Well if you get it wrong and try to make the pieces fit with someone who is not the one.
I guess some will fit, as you begin to complete the puzzle, but struggling for years to finish will only cause you trouble.

Words
If I could arrange them to say what I want each day
and get them onto a page.
It would calm my soul and clear my brain and extinguish  this inner rage.
Speeding around inside my head a million thoughts at once
Writing them down is all that I have to keep them quiet and calm
So if you read what I write, sleepless at night, know only what matters to me
If they made you smile or put a tear in your eye, then the words have found a home
For when you write it's your soul that you give for another to pick up
Poem or book it's a piece of you that you give away to the world
It's  so often the only way a lonely soul can be heard

Monday was busy
So I put it of till tomorrow night
Tuesday brought unexpected news
So I couldn't get it done
Wednesday came, and passed
I was so ******* I simply forgot
Thursday was manic as the ending of the week
Then the children to entertain
Friday I had a meeting and emails to send
before I knew it I was playing daddy again
Saturday we went to the beach made castles and laughed
The day was gone in a blink of an eye opportunity lost
Sunday I washed ironed and cleaned a weekend as many have been
Then in a flash Monday was back and I still didn't have time to tell you
I didn't find time to say I loved you
I didn't make time to do it
Then time had passed
So had you and I
like so many loves we blew it.
Taken for granted on both of our stances
That love didn't need to be spoken
Tell that to a soul who's asleep on her own
A heart needlessly broken
So remember today in some kind of way even if it's only a hug
Tell them how special they are in your life
Make time to say you love them
Before it's to late to say anything

I sat and watched her with her new bucket and *****
In her mind building a fairy palace
Adorned with cocked shells
The walls around it to keep the ocean at bay
Then feathers collected placed as flags upon its towers
A day I'll remember a lifetime

Be still and listen to the night
The faint sounds of the breeze
The distant pulse of the highway
Sounds are all there, yet you must focus
Listen, absorb
Sounds that if you concentrate on you can see a picture
So listen and see

I  knew he was cheating, the crafty ****.
A little discovery lead to it.
A box of condoms, and one was gone!
He said he only tried it on.
Tried it on now there's a joke.
Test drove it as well the lying stoat.
Being a lady I held my tongue and waited for my moment to come.
So there was I in the sky, twenty thousand feet to be precise.
I thought it fitting as we met on a plane, to dump the ******* the very same way!
The moral simple for all to see
I don't advise ******* with me.

That was the the strangest of days
Like an atheist finding god in a dream
Then waking to find he's not there
I simply was not looking
I didn't go out to seek
I can't imagine the things you would say
A future clouded in maybe
Now that is today
Tomorrow unwritten
Sleep now

Spirits may come spirits may go.
The only talk to those they know.
Those who have a lending ear and listen to the others here.
Usually grey haired old bags with 20 cats and 40 ****.
But Anna isn't quite the same she's not what visitors expect.
She greets each one with a smile.
But their eyes can't see they miss by miles!
Instead the look upon her chest, for what a smashing pair of *******.
I even think the spooks just come to take a peak at her ***.
Imagine that a ghost on top with an enormous supernatural ****!
Slid between her silky legs until she screams and begs and begs.
A medium she thought it was, in fact it was an XL ****.
A frenzy in the reading room as more arrive to see her moan.
It's like a wiken **** now, at 44 she's in her prime.
I wonder who will "come" next time.
The psychic circle all a gasp, are playing with their mortal tackle.
Who would have thought she wore a basque, underneath a witches tac.
Now its like a wanking club, spooks and mortals all a tug.
finally she howls with delight.
Another soul has seen the light!
So remember when you see her pass check her **** and little ***, imagine she's on top of you in stockings basque and heels to.
Though one thing you should bare in mind...

Unless your dead forget it mate!

Always next time or tomorrow or next week
Then it simply never comes as you procrastinate
You sit finding things to do that needed doing
But not what needs to be done
Then time ran out
To late to procrastinate

Ah yes the evening has an ending like a Barbara Cartland novel
His eyes burned into hers like sapphires
Glazed with the amount of special brew he had necked watching Bolton wanderers.
They had won, so he fought with fans instead of the Mrs
In the pub after the game he saw his quarry
She was a prize
His strong arms unfolded, her softly yielding body helpless as she was being swept away on a tsunami of passion
Well dragged outside with a bottle of Auzzie white.
The black eyes from his earlier exploits reflected on his away team polyester shirt in the fluorescent lights of the pubs smoking area.
Then he dropped his pants revealing a porridge gun capable of crop spraying.
Moments later she was awash with a spermiferois goatie after almost choking herself on a double portion of spangle after it fired both chambers
It was love!
Then the bell for last orders sounded and he was lost as to walking the Bourneville boulevard with her or grabbing a last pint with his mates.
It had been a hard day
But a true hero he did the Captain Oates and left with her The promise of captain's pie and a scotch was on the cards back at her place
But her night of passion was not assured
If Dibnah **** didn't strike as his alcohol to blood ratio was in the wrong place.
On Monday he would be but a memory
Next week it's an away game
She will miss him

When does one write a bucket list
Before the need? Well you can't after it!
Places to go people to see
A work of many possible things
For a world of most you have never seen
A thousand things you said maybe?
Or is the list a cathartic chore?
To make amends to those you scorned
Whatever it is, you must write yours
Before you shed this mortal coil

Dionysius was a clever king
For about power and fear he knew some things
As Damocles wanted more, and so he offered him his throne.
So to sit in power has it's price, for power also has a darker side
Damocles had to choose
Everything or look a fool.
For paried up above his head
The kings sword on a single hair
One hair to hold it in it's place
A risk Damocles could not face
For the king knew of power and fear
Their anxiety In darker hours
For pain also comes with power
Cicero wrote of this tale of how fate plays its game
For love to life, fear to joy, we all have our own sword
A single horse hair held his aloft
What holds yours and at what cost

Today I chatted with Philip
I'm not comfortable with his visit
Philip although being small
Has really ruined my day
No matter what I've tried to do
He's been in the way and made me blue
He will I suspect grow each day
Till he or I go away
I'm not sure who will give in first
So plan for the worst and expect the best
You see Philip is a real snide
The way he hides inside
Me or you it's gonna be
And I'm gonna fight *****.

They spoke of her fondly, though in jest
For walking the street she was the best
In younger days with flaxen hair
She escorted fellows everywhere
The years went by she lost her looks
He clients came from local pubs
She often gave them what they needed
And sometimes a few diseases
For her teeth had gone her virtue lost
The drugs had made her pay the cost
A *** workers life is one of knocks
Violence pain and abused till death
The only peace she will get
So when you joke about her life
Suggest a drain plug to dry her out
You talk of someone's little girl
Who was failed by all in this world
No love to hold her close at night
No child to squeeze her tight
No family to mourn her death
No one even knows her name
As she's buried in paupers grave.

I fell asleep and then I dreamed
It wasn't what I had perceived
The clock went back to days gone by
When I was in another's life
Why there? Why now?
I have no idea, but a replay of another year
The venue I know it oh so well
The people and the foods aswell
But you and I were never there
I can't recal just why that was
But as we left we kissed and hugged
We left as one not as now
Then I woke and you were gone
An irregular dream, well that was one.

Brian has a Subaru, he drives it very fast
He likes to see the people look as he goes whizzing past
Brian thinks he's special a celebrity of sorts
Tearing up and down the street with his oversized exhaust
The truth is Brian no one gives a toss
They look in hope and pray you write your ****** off!

Thou shalt not covert thy neighbours wife
Listen Jesus!
Have you seen her?
She is like the dawn of the day
The still of the night
Yet now alone
Try to put her out of your head
Ignore her!
It does not work
Try to forget!
Though all you can do is remember
You imagine her kiss
Yet never kissed
Imagine her touch
Yet never touched
Crave her favour
But know not her feelings
For once upon a time
In a land far away
Fate dealt its cards
In a cruel
Cruel
Way.

How does the sun know of the moon?
Does winters cold court the summer sun?
Will autumns breeze compare to spring?
Do the falling leaves blow in the breeze?
Does a child see flowers and know a season?
Do the elderly see each season as their last?
Do you see my face and forget your past?
Does a warm embrace comfort you now?
You see I have no answers only questions many
I don't understand life, perhaps I'm not ready
I've cut off my nose to spite my face
So now I'm alone I'm lonely place.

He called me again today
He was there in his cape
Scythe over shoulder, no real shape
Tricked me to join him in his eternal game
Wanted only me tonight, almost had me as well
He offered me Jack Daniel's, so I didn't feel the cold
Didn't feel the waves as his grasp took hold
He offered me his hand and I'd never grow old
Would end all the pain and let this life go
No light did I see no valhala or heaven
Just darkness and cold as I walked in his steps
Then before I had passed my face was on fire
A dog licking my cheeks, frenzied she barked
If not for her my rescue dog
I'd be gone from this earth and of its pain
She returned the favour to live today.

The Christians came
Our God sent us!
Were on a crusade just killing stuff
If you don't have a Christian cross
You will have to have your head cut off

The Pope you see he ruled the world
So he thought till Jerusalem.
The Kingdom of Heaven here upon earth
Soaked in blood where Muslims fell
A holy war they said it was
****** kids so they don't grow up

All things cycle all things change
It was Allah's time once again
Saracens, butchers barbarians too
The names they gave Saladins troops

Though when the city fell to him
He gave passage to all to leave in peace
He afforded a gift no Christian did
Love and life to practice your faith

If history teaches one good thing
The hearts of men are everything
All a soul can ever be
Is deep inside you and me

The crusaders brought a holy war
To a peaceful state for a bigoted cause
A Pope who wanted lands and wealth
Nothing more nothing less

The curves and folds the sensual skin
That invites the tongue to slide right in
The taste it changes as the more fired she gets
The madness makes her writhe and sweat
The body shakes the legs contract
My lover arches her slender back
Then as if a storm had come and passed
She sinks into the bed and sighs
Then breathes deep and closes her eyes