I'd rather be a turtle than a tuna .... Guess why?

(time to put you all out of your misery)

Because subway have as yet to invent a turtle sandwich.

The tennis player could not be heard above the racket.

The snooker player was so tired of all the cues.

The shot putter threw away all his chances to win.

Banged and bruised
                          Open wounds
                                            broken bones


I hate skateboarding.

Her:

Don't kiss me yet first let me brush my teeth

For this is not Hollywood with perfect hair and breath

Him:
I need a moment to *** and scratch myself aloud

Coughing yawning eyes blurred and red and noisily breaking wind

together:

Oh hell let's just kiss tight lipped and eyes closed

I look like a badly stuffed cushion gone thread bare

as I pile on the weight and lose my hair

but as long as you love me I don't care

Greek gods arent as loved as an old teddy bear

I lean in to kiss your neck
pausing momentarily
to inhale both fragrant hair
and trace of scent
warmed soft upon your skin
lips graze gently
tasting
savouring upon lips your flesh
brushing aside your hair
as you tilt your head
allowing a rivulet of kisses
to replace cascading curls
my hand cups lightly your chin
spinning you slowly around
allowing time for eyes
to drink in your flushed features
without words in silence of moving lips
we kiss
tongues playfully engage in touch
as I pull you close
fingers splayed teasing tangled locks
unseen by eyes shut tight
breathing you in
in second hand breaths
again I pause to gaze into your eyes
and smile
my hands upon your lower back
yours upon my shoulders
as again I wear your kiss upon my mouth
in breathy promises
we speak only of tomorrow and of it only.