You don't much like me visits there
But scarce do you lament
For, I bring you home the finest cuts
To sizzle in the pan.....

The lovely ladies behind the counter there
One grin vies to meet me, all doe-eyed
If you knew she had a one-tooth denture
I guess you'd smirk away, ungreen ....

But I get the chops I want to eat
Nicely packed pink; no seeping blood
And succulent steaks indulged on me
Saucy supervisor slips me secret smiles.....

Hot and heavy glances jet my way
By sly lady-workers in the back row
When you turn your skeptic back
Regarded by none, but cautious me......

Cute cashier rises on fleshy thighs
Slow she sits; lets her skirt ride high
She eyes me hooded, lashes long
Then, downcast when you join me.....

Can feel the electric tingle from her touch
As I fumble redly, to pay the coins
Deliberate counting, her scent assails
Her hungry heartbeat..... oozing charm.....

But, for all the alluring looks and promising smiles
There's you, my love..... to grill my viands
And hardly home, I fall on you...famished;
Devour every morsel, shred and piece of you!



Star Toucher, 27 March 2013

Why doesn't the stuff in pretty bows
Make me feel good 
When they're worn by pretty girls?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
Why don't butterflies reach my stomach
When I hold a lady's hand
In mine?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What makes a father want to leave
Or a lovely lady cry
When she hasn't even been struck?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What's the medicine in glass bottles
That makes the pain 
"Go away"?
Mother taught me many things but never how to love.
What do you say
When mother lay
In a wooden bed never to wake up?
"Maybe it's because mother never learned to love."

Find me a hole 
Where the red wind blows
And the glitter turns to gold.
Find me a place 
Where the red wind breaks 
And the freedom never strays.
Find me a house
Where I can hang around
And wrap the red wind round.
Find me a field
Where the evil yield 
And the red wind serves the meals.
Give me the trees
Where the red wind leaves
So I can rest with ease.

at her breast the baby
suckled with much contentment
the milk of sweet life

Failure is my own fault,
What else can I say?
I don't do the work,
I try to get away.
I'm a leaf on a tree,
Clinging on to a false,
Hope ridden branch
And falling on impulse.
The wind carries me for a little ways,
catching me as I fall,
But the wind will run out,
And I will lose it all.
I feel as if I've failed myself,
I mean, my grades where never great,
But a parents wrath is never good,
But I guess they'll have to wait..............
                                              ­                And wait...............
                                             ­                                                And wait..................

he fell to his knees
on seeing her naked form
much praise he did give