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

Irrationality is a woman's best friend
The ability to make something with no meaning seem significant
The ability to worry about something that to someone else seems so small and irrelevant
But to a woman, this problem is the biggest thing in the world
Nothing else to worry about, just the problem, that problem and nothing else

It doesn't matter if he is a he or a she
It doesn't matter if she is a she or a he
It doesn't matter if the words, the passion, the love and the hate are expressed to a him or a her
The heart holds feelings nobody can ignore
The touch of a hand, the soft skin of another
The breath on your shoulder at the height of passion
Or the way you feel when you realise nobody in the world is more beautiful than he, or she, or him, or her
The way you laugh at things nobody else would find funny
And spend hours wasting the days doing things nobody else would do
A vessel is the only thing this disease needs to breed
And this vessel is always a she, a he, a him, or a her

The kettle boiled, switched itself off.
He made tea, topped it with milk.
He had never felt calmer.
Today was the day.

He counted the strides to the station,
One less than usual.
The train was two minutes overdue.
A robin just above him piped and trilled its cascading song.

The train came into view, now it was level with the end of the platform.
This was the time.
Before he could see the driver's eyes.
He hesitated.  
The moment passed.

**** robin, **** ****** robin.

I'm fifty feet old
Two tons tall
Fit as a cranberry
Ripe as a waterfall
Size July cheeks
Marbles for feet
Gallons of tulips
Dance when I eat
Candlelight ****
And promises art
Crush the whispering hesitant part
Of a borrowed porcelein heart
And yes it was something you said
So out of my bed
Mind your head