Sadness!

Sitting in a daydream,
While waiting in the purple haze,
Why on earth can I not escape, this ****** awful maze,
A maze where darkness lives and dies,

All I hear, unearthly hum,
The beating of the kettle drum,
The listeners are screaming on,
Hear an unholy din,

Fighting crazy battle, that I can never win,
No matter how the fighting goes, it runs eternally,
Battle stations flying flags,
Tagged with golden edges,
Balancing precariously on bleeding ledges,

This 50 year old funny bird is learning how to fly,
A fledgling in new flight,
Release my wings to fly away,
Let me live to breathe again,
To escape the mundane dirge,
Release my spirit,
Let me purge,

Trapped in nightmares,
Wanting passion,
Almost more than life itself,
I live the life cos I have too,
Very little choice.

Stuck in situ,
Lost in space,
Put a smile back on my face,
You're probably the only one who can!

(YEP, I'M TALKING ABOUT POETRY)!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sitting in a daydream,
While waiting in the purple haze,
Why on earth can I not escape, this ****** awful maze,
A maze where darkness lives and dies,

All I hear, unearthly hum,
The beating of the kettle drum,
The listeners are screaming on,
Hear an unholy din,

Fighting crazy battle, that I can never win,
No matter how the fighting goes, it runs eternally,
Battle stations flying flags,
Tagged with golden edges,
Balancing precariously on bleeding ledges,

This 50 year old funny bird is learning how to fly,
A fledgling in new flight,
Release my wings to fly away,
Let me live to breathe again,
To escape the mundane dirge,
Release my spirit,
Let me purge,

Trapped in nightmares,
Wanting passion,
Almost more than life itself,
I live the life cos I have too,
Very little choice.

Stuck in situ,
Lost in space,
Put a smile back on my face,
You're probably the only one who can!

(YEP, I'M TALKING ABOUT POETRY)!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

SANCTUARY
Remember the harsh winter beach?
Where days of summer succulence once did reach.
Now forlorn, carried away on primordial storm.
Masses of shingle inter-mingle with piles of sodden sand.
Oscillating waves tickle toes of summer now in suspension.
Caught on windswept winter’s current termination.

Seas’ slimy hair washed up on the shoreline.
Now lingering lonely.
Awaiting her great escape.
Another wild ride on the tide.
When the next storms awaken the spring.


By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I feel you there.
In the background of my mind.
I try to hold your image fast and tight between my fingers.
Every time I see you there, you're just an image made of sand.
The sand made for me a looking glass, upon which I deeply reflect.
A moment in a lifetime, a showman.
A little man, with a heart as big as mine.
A sky-rider, a high flyer, a sparkling diamond in creation.
What can we together create?
Whatever it is, it will surely be great.
Pure romance, made of sand, washed away to foreign climes.
Wine and roses of velvet black, I want you back.
(C) LIVVI

Would love to have loved you.
Have stayed with you forever.
Laid with you forever.
Played for eternity within your heart.
Ride on time.
While writing time.
Chemistry was willing.

Love blinded.
Wanted to spit venom back.
Eyes scratched by the sands of time.
Captured memorial images of you.
So precious.
Set deep in my mind.
Based on strange magical mystery tours.

In chariots over the stars we flew.
Well maybe.
Far fetched.
I am a wanderer and a dreamer.
Living in illusions
My head stuck in damp clouds.
Drenched remnants of thunder so loud.

She wanted to stay here.
She's not allowed.
Laugh out loud.
Permission denied.

He and she cried.
Love defended.
Always in situ.
At this never moment.
It just doesn't fit you.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sahara danced upon the roofs on sniffling, snuffling London town.
Piles of mess chucked all around.
Anyone fancy a cigarette?
Just puff on the choking smog,  will stuff your lungs a little more.
Makes your eyes itch , blood red *****.
Not a beach chair in sight, nor a flowing tide.
Come tomorrow the sand will die.
With the rain in will be washed away.
Wonder where will  it go!
(C) Livvi

Santa!

Santa's a yarn just spread by the masses.
To take money away from those lowly in classes.

Children told tales of fantasy.
Of Santa coming on Christmas Eve.

The children all want to keep up with the Jones's.
Even though parents are nearly on bottom bones's.

A crafty traditional racket.
Make retailers gain a packet.

Parents they struggle to make ends meet.
Just to score a Christmas treat.

And do the holy children care.
Do they,
Hell do they.

You build up debt, so their desires you meet.
A christmas free of debt would be truly good to greet!

Bah Hum bug!
LOL!

Lady Poetry
ladylivvi1@hotmail.com
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Snow fall elves cover
Jingling bells clanging hardly
Santa feat image
(c)LIVVI

It's a Saturday morning warning.
Saturday's defeated, sitting here yawning.
Smell him.  
His body hides inside her nares.

She's walking upstairs.
Walking upstairs and taking you in.
Inhaling,
She's breathing you.
Honey you got under her skin.
A sinful of skin.

Smelling you inside,
Aroma of sweater,
Smells better of you.
Oh for last night.

A mental situation.
She's wearing you inside out.
(C) Livvi

Saturday Mourning!

Morning.
Dawn broke.
Clouds so full they fractured.
Rain fells so hard it bounced upwards on the grass.
Window kissed by speckled bird egg dots.

Breeze was tickling tree-tops tenderly.
Now bashed by windy blast.
Whistling through window cracks.
Not a cheery murmur.

The cold set in today.
Peered out of dotted pane.
The flowers of sun are gone.
Maybe murdered by the falling storm.
No snow or ice.
Just crisp in autumn touch.

Notion of hopping out of bed is not a kicking one.
Time to move the chilly frame.
Put the coffee on!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

NO OFFENCE MEANT TO ANYONE.
JUST WORD PLAY.

Many thoughts of saviours.
Different deities.
Varied idols.
Doctrines unique,
Sometimes similar.
Holy books.
Different sects, yes I said sects.
Buddhists, Mormons, Muslims too,
Hindus, Jews and Rastafarians.
Pass the spliff, that one miffs me.
Too name but only one or two.
Garlands or flowers.
Holy cows.
Churches and temples.
Mosques and mystic synagogues.
Or even halls perpetuating to the Kingdom.
Gis' us a pint of blood or not.
Definitely not vampires,oops I forgot.
"Cup of tea, love?"
Welcome to the Mormons.
Latter day saints?
Jesus Christ, what a choice.
My explanation, I'm agnostic.
But, never on a Sunday.
I don't want converting.
(C) LIVVI

The petals fall as winter call.
They shiver silently behind the wall.
You can almost see them shiver as they're beaten by the cold.
In spring they smile in splendour, so sure they are as life shall flow.
Nurtured by tickling touch of warming sun.
All Earth shall then be salved.
(c)LIVVI

Daddy dear.
You were cold the day I touched your hand, although you were alive.
Colder still the day you died.
Could not kiss your furrowed brow.
The last time that I saw your pallid face.
Chilled entirely by the fateful kiss of death.

Dear Daddy.
Left behind so much unsaid.
In a world, a resting world.
Played like a violin, somewhat out of tune.
Now nothing can atone the missing moments.
You know those ones we rarely shared.

Father dear,
Yes, that you were.
In marriage I was made.
The ultimate move I made.
I touched your hands, clasped in peaceful death.
And I said "sorry".

Into the fire your heart was burned.
Since that  day some thing I learned.
You left me a gift.
The greatest legacy.
Somewhere in my geno-type.
Mapped out my dearest love to write.
You wrote too.
I never knew!
(C) Livvi. 2014

She broke her heart.
She snapped it.
It was a little fragile.
She let him play with it.
Teasing and tormenting it.
He used it like a rubber ball.
Bounced it round and bruised it.
He made her pretty eyes sob an ocean.
His eyes were terrific.
Her eyes were too.
His eyes were her main attraction.
His hair was thick and black.
Hers was reddish and shiny.
Glinted in the morning sun.
Evening tumbled from the day time sky.
As she smiled and kissed him goodbye.
(C) LIVVI

A name Rosline sent me a message....another scam, please disregard and delete messages.
Livvi

I'm scarlet.
With a dusting of insipid pink.
My hair is sunlight yellow.
My eyes are sometimes green,
Sometimes they're blue.
Depends on my mood.
My lips are rosy,
Cherry red.
My body,well it's slightly navy,
Something to do with living regimentally.
I'm quite pale,
As I very rarely eat.
I live in the cupboard under the stairs,
You know what?
Either nobody knows,
Or nobody cares.
(c) Livvi

Take me away from the sharp icy heather.
Come walk with me.
Pray take my hand.
On the craggy land, may our feet be liberated.
For I want not to slide unto the land of Duncan.
May my feet be firmly anchored, upon the hills where Robert walked.
Should we focus our eyes together, as we give due regard to the fowl soaring in the firmament.
Then to the smoky tavern we shall go.
To drown our sins with a warming dram.
As the evening will stoop, fast becoming night.
We shall slumber into the morning.
Tomorrow for the loch we shall depart.
Once again shall we march.
Escorted only by the rising of the winter sun.
©Livvi

Scream to them of the feelings that you never knew.
Say something simple like, I know she cares.
She's making me feel like I'm losing my hair.
She's missing you too.
But you never knew.
How it was to feel, the real deal.
The powers that be decree, freedom is where she's  got to be.
A seashell captured the sound the sound of the sea.
You caught me.
A tragedy, a disaster.
A silent event hovers.
Two time forbidden lovers.
(c) Livvi

Archimedes had a *****, hell how he loved it x

A seahorse tossed on lonely waves.
Riding crests of fiery foam.
Rolls out at play with maids of mer.
Ducking and diving, reaching for breath.
Neptune grabs his chariot, corals his fragile babes.
Harnessed to his mighty craft, as midnight strolls o'er the stormy sky.
His ladies of mer are on the look out, peeping at the cruising ships.
Peaking and dropping as they toss.
A chariot of Neptune,crunched
Crunch, those rotting timbers ****** and blasted.
The vessel falls.
Succumbed to sea, to see no more.
No more the fatal ship to shore!
(C) Livvi

She sat on the shore line with a shell to her ear.
Wanting the sound of the sea to reveal,
if her sweetheart were anywhere near.
Sadly, as she clutched it so close to that ear.
She feared never would she see him again,
after his trip to Port au Spain.
Her pain,
it so fiercely burned into her side .
As she somehow realised,
that his love was maybe denied.

And she cried until the setting sun ,
fell from the sky.
When all was  said and done.
Walked and walked til she was gone.
The sun did set,  
he and her henceforth met.
Over the foam, they did roam,
The fisherman and his lost lover
(c) Livvi

Seasons.

Love grabbed the summertime.
Painted skin in shades of tan.
The melting beauty.
In the heat.
Dying in the river of time.

Bring forth autumn.
When love got caught.
Captured in leaves as they fell.
On the floor they lay.
Crisp and crunchy.
Colourful and loud.
Trampled.
Beneath the feet of fools.
Late autumn,
A bonfire of leaves.
Destroyed.
Just a pile of ash.

Thanksgiving feed.
Start of all festivities.
As noel arrives with white beard in tow.
The bells ring out for Christmas time.
Peace and love to one and all.

The mass of Christ be gone.
Daffodils breach the soil.
The year of the next slides in.
Spring on in.
The end of sorrow.
May the tragedies of the year past.
Be cured.
Treasury of memories grand.
Friends around the world.
Join hands in celebration.
True friendships renewed.
Pray let new beginnings.
Cruise on in.

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Second Sonnet

Sailing on seas of seven.
Thy beauty blessed by the tide.
Drifts on seeking love in Heaven.
To be thy one and only bride.
Thou hast greeted winter's chill.
Deliver thine 'o' child in time.
Desires not thine heart to ****.
Cold of winters changed in clime.
Time deeply changed her precious form
Thine way of love decapitates.
When winter leaves may love be warm.
A cherished heart he so berates.
Should summer not again be found.
Thy love not locked underground.

By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Darkness creeping in.
Weighing heavy, leaden on my eyes.
My muscles ache intolerably.
Need for sleep all keen.
Hazy mist descends my eyes.
I drift, I slip,
Through hazy mirrored ***** window eyes, I try to peep.
Is this a dream?
Not yet asleep, I think,
Mind trips.
Light's not fantastic,
Silhouetted soul, in shadows fixed,
Male, all male in build.
Moves to my bed.
I freeze.
For I cannot scream.
My hands are bound with strings of shadow,  
I cannot break free.

A silent scream I make.
My face he strokes, with cobweb fingers, made of lace.
He strokes and soothes, the chill I feel.
His icy fingers scratch my skin, my beauty full destroyed!
I feel the chill inside.
On my bed edge he sits.
Puts his hand under my cover.
He climbs inside, he's soon astride.
Riding like chill wind, hell on fire.
Icy demon.
This night I recover, demon child conceived.
Demon was not.
Hell no, was the child of a long dead lover!
The child was born full fair of face.
With gentle grace and a glint in her eye.
No-one will know how and why her mode of conception occurred ,
Hell, I thought it was a dream!
(C) LIVVI X

Secret Garden

Rose buds dressed in pastel pink,
Waxy coats,
Keep secrets locked tight,
Till they bloom,
They'll never tell,
Not indiscreet,
As buds are open,
All set free,
Release sweet secrets to you and me,

Fuschia dark awaits her popping,
As child,
Was a game,
Her secret's darker than her flower,
That's why she stays locked tight!

Aquilegia, my Columbine,
Keeps delicate secrets,
Safe in fragile name,
As dainty dancer,
Secrets safe from Pantaloon,
Les Millions d' Arlequin,
Harlequin seeks his columbine,
A comedy of errors,
He'll never find!

Garden secrets will release if in crazy error,
The grass finds out,
Whispering in tongues,
With conscience sadly lacking,
On breezy days,
As zephyr lifts,
Malachite secrets,
Malevolence released!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

It is the evening of my darkest day,
The day after yesterday,
Preceding tomorrow,
When reality bites with jagged teeth,
Oh my goodness is this real,
Hopefully bring no more sorrow,
A fantasy, no big deal,
Or so she thought,
A question upfront without admission,
Only omissions,
Admitted in rash moments of indiscretion slips,
In a weird weir of tumbling issues,
As tears fall bi-laterally,
Caught in fragile cobwebs mesh,
Sticky,  so they can't escape!
Poetry is his, she is mine also,
Have craved all day for a room,
In which I can deposit my pleasure,
Sharing gifts is our greatest asset,
Him, in mode of ebony,
Me, bathed with angels lights,
Normal MO,
Such a joy to behold,
At the moment roles reversed!
Livvi Kent June 2013

It is the evening of my darkest day,
The day after yesterday,
Preceding tomorrow,
When reality bites with jagged teeth,
Oh my goodness is this real,
Hopefully bring no more sorrow,
A fantasy, no big deal,
Or so she thought,
A question upfront without admission,
Only omissions,
Admitted in rash moments of indiscretion slips,
In a weird weir of tumbling issues,
As tears fall bi-laterally,
Caught in fragile cobwebs mesh,
Sticky,  so they can't escape!
Poetry is his, she is mine also,
Have craved all day for a room,
In which I can deposit my pleasure,
Sharing gifts is our greatest asset,
Him, in mode of ebony,
Me, bathed with angels lights,
Normal MO,
Such a joy to behold,
At the moment roles reversed!
Livvi Kent June 2013

Ben and Timmy went hunting for presents beneath the Christmas tree.
They picked up all the packages, all ******* with silky string.
They shook them and they rattled them.
They felt around all the shapes.
They couldn't work out what they were.
No matter how they tried.

Timmy wanted a cricket set, to go and play out on the green.
Ben wanted a games console, as he was nearly a teen.
One was an outdoors little chap, a sporty game and he'll be happy.
Ben would sit on the sofa, playing shooting games.
Not shooting with guns, he wasn't allowed to,
He didn't like them any way.

The boys sneaked into daddy's room,
Hoping they might find some more.
Surely the presents under the tree weren't all the gifts waiting there.
The opened the closet, all nice and neat,
Santa's costume was there, right in front of their feet.
Whoever would have guessed that daddy was Santa.
Daddy had lots and lots of talents, this one they never knew.

They wondered did their mother know.
Mum came in after work and Ben and Timmy said to her.
Mummy, " did you know  that daddy is Santa Claus?"
Mother didn't say a word.
Christmas eve it came around.
Daddy went out, nowhere to be found.
The boys went off to bed, pretending to sleep,
none the wiser.
Clattering and ringing, a sound of jingling bells.
The children peeped out of the window, to see their daddy Santa at work.
The Santa they saw, was not their cool daddy.
Just an annoying imposter.
They went to wake their mummy up.
The bed was empty, daddy was gone.
The chap on the rooftop, he wasn't their daddy.

Morning came.
At the breakfast table the children sat.
Daddy arrived a little late, looking somewhat disheveled.
His hair all out of place.
Still wearing his Santa suit.
Mum took daddy in to the kitchen.
Said to him, "where have you been?"
He grinned from ear to ear,
"He can't deliver to all the world,  all on his own my dear."
(C) Livvi

Starlit moments lift the soul.
Moonbeams tickle tops of trees.
Sunlight bathes the flower pots.
Left on the patio drinking in the sunsets and dawn breaks.
Raindrops fill the sullen skies.
They empty their image.
And the sky becomes blue.

The birds are flying and landing.
Landing only to pick at seeds.
Seeds they can't get at.
They're under the glass.
Transparent.
Birds only success, picking at weeds.
So they just remain hungry.
They feel the pangs.
They listen, from a safe distance.
Hearing the farmer's gun as it bangs.
(c)Livvi

She shined at me,
through ample crowded skies.
She threw me a platinum smile.
She exuded a heart that shone like a stone,
a brilliant quartz crystal,
A purplish glow.
She seemed so wholly fully to pop.
A plane passed  her by with lights flying like a wild crazy kaleidoscope top.
A sparkling disco ball.
What an equation to be hold,
tonight,
my moon's not solid gold.
My eyes were transfixed on her so shining glow,
With her all seeing eyes,
how much does she know?
What's to become of civilization?
As her beautiful eyes,
May bear witness to such desecration.
I love her,
The lady Diana,
Entrancing.
Beautiful.
The queen of the skies.
My dear lady moon,
Oh to see through your eyes.
(c) Livvi

I had a shell,
I used to hide in it,
My body felt a little lumpy,
My brain, a bowl of cold sweet custard,
I got a pen,
I used it,
I smithy my words,
like a blacksmith,
I make them mysteriously heated,
sometimes twisted,
a contortion of simplicity,
I am what I see,
I am what I feel.
Several trod on my shell,
They weakened it,
The shrimp who once lived in the shell,
Shell swelled,
It's broken,
The shrimp broke free,
Came with the gift,
contortions of words,
Spoken and written,
There's one thing missing,
You,
you sweet man,
Same as me,
you, are missing it too!

(C) LIVVI

She was once a child,
Stands to reason you know,
"Hey presto,
Kapow,"
In walked the drunk,
a skunk,
she's a silly cow,
Fed him to her from a spoon,
he's gone,
thank God,
and still,
she finds more,
from memory,
without intention,
the circle,
once complete,
then round it goes,
round again,
and again,
it's twisted,
in love with pain,
perhaps,
mishaps,
all she found when grown,
were men of ***
and drugs and rock'n'roll,
covered up in disrespect.

and the prophecy,
well maybe,
it's breached,
she's broken free,
laid stranded on a sandy beach,
the waves wash over her,
they're waving goodbye,
to drunks and skunks,
and flashy trash,
and her self-fulfilling prophecy gets smashed!
(C) Livvi

Give me time.
I'll give you space.
You may tie me up with leather straps.
And I will give you lace.
All I want is dialect in spoken words and twisted tongues.
I laid my head upon your pillow.
So glad we didn't ****.
They call it self preservation and I'm pretty well preserved.
(C) LIVVI

My books are on Kindle finally x
Livvi x

SEPARATE ROOMS
Feeling miserable.
A defrosting snowflake.
Tear stained wedding dress.
A bedroom at mums.
Mum's hat for bridal events.
Left in the closet.
Can't say goodbye.
Hangs out in fairyland.
In all the best stories.
She loved holding you close.
Poppet.
Can't stop it growing.
He knows it's coming.
Can't stop it.
He won't let her.
She won't let him.
Their feelings bit both of them on their behinds.
Books on bookcases.
Inventive suggestions.
Not up for progression.
Full of bright ideas.
These lovers are head cases.
Looking in her places.
In ways speaking sense.
Intense.
Hiding their faces.
At the end of the day.
No more to lay together again.
(c) Livvi

Snared heart kept, imprisoned could be potential dying day,
Lips regaled in ischaemia, blue blood,flows.....cold,
Face scarlet,temperatures up, pyrexia rules, as she tries too cool,
Mouthing  strange babble,  
She's talking in tongues,
Beaded mask  sparkling,  droplets trickle,
Tachycardic, heart beats, trying not to escape this life desperately, Heart trying not to explode!
the forties....roaring!
She breathes, so fast...  the forties....roaring!
It's  tragic,like everything's trying to meet  demand with supply........!
Inadequately,
Currently on remand, waiting for  her sentence to be be passed,
Docs and nurses they rally, running with obs,
All taking their roles, while doing their jobs,
Mews activated, doc visits he's, anxious,
Iv antibiotics he orders,
In plastic sachet, hanging up high, hereby, lies the awaited decision, if she'll  have the will to live, or will she die...
Hope not!
It's not in an instant, but, recovery apparent, as breathing slows below twelve,
Heart beat, it settles,
Her kidneys show function,
Her temperature chills slowly, 36.5, she's still alive,
Thank God,
She got off the train at sepsis junction!
Copyright Livvi Kent (RGN) 11 /04/2013

She wrote of powers.
Of love and flowers.
Of magic treats.
And kisses sweet.
All upon a napkin.
Sat in a fast food joint.
Penned a menu for love extreme.
That tissue he took away.
A memoir of that splendid summer day.

Okay so it was winter.
He left it upon his bedroom table.
She left notes of love around.
He found them stashed around his place.
After she had run back to ground.
The *****.
Maybe just his ***** minx.
Left him trinkets in words.
Pricking his insistence that may she does matter.
After all.
Pride of man 'o'war.
Won't permit a fall!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Seven Days too Long!

Not because I miss your love.
Because, I miss your silent voice.
The voice of screaming angels.
Can be wiped away with cotton wool.
As cheap foundation from the cute face of the fool.
The fool who dared.
She who made you love again.
Although it were uncool.

Destroyed by the silence from once great friend.
This broken heart can't ever mend.
Hell,
Me I wish he was still my friend.
I am not a stalker.
Nor a sideways walker.
Out to make you itch.

Did my head in.
Life's a *****.
But me,
Me,
I value friendship to the bitter end.
Once again I repeat my friend.
This broken heart will never mend!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sent his woman a letter in French.
In obsession, The Marquis De Sade.
As in thy passion thy ***** thou didst wrench.
Thy being held high in disregard.
Obsessed with the perverse.
Creator of *******, slavery cruel.
Written his violence as ****** curse.
This power crazed man did his harem rule.
In ******* and pains.
Lashed up in a gimps.
Whipping with chains.
Wants lots of dosh, wishes of pimps.
Modern day tale of the Marquis De Sade.
A cruel ******* whose *** was hard.

**** SAUSAGE!

*** and drugs and sausage rolls.
When once them drugs did get me.
*** crept up discreetly.
And bit me hard upon the ***.

The sausage rolls were palatable.
At times, I had the munchies.
Them drugs were very pleasant.
When I was rather young.

Now at fifty years old.
To take them drugs.
I would be bold or rather stupid.
Bring on ****** cupid.
Much more ****** fun.

The *** is bearable now and then.
But only with some weird men.
Always find the wrong uns.
Guess what?
A lesson learned.

Leave the drugs.
Miss not the ***.
Make sure them sausage rolls ain't burned!


By ladylivvi1

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