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Simon Soane Feb 2016
Between me and her there were lots of fireworks
and that is to name but one of the lovely perks
we created and ran through by being together
feeling warm and secure, whatever the weather,
we felt heated and glowing in every single trot
but there is one day in particular we were both very hot.
We’d spent a lazy Sunday  watching the television
eradicating our hangovers after a ***** collision,
didn’t move from the sofa unless to go to the loo
lay in each other arms, we knew love was true,
looking into eyes with synchronicity’s kiss
knowing full well the meaning of bliss.
As time went on we started to feel lewd
but before those fleshy moves we thought  we’d get food.
I sauntered off to the takeaway with both our requests
for me kebab and chips for her fried chicken breast,
I was in a spicy mood as later I knew later we’d get course
so I asked for my meal to be smothered in strong chilli sauce.
When I got back we scoffed our purchases down fast
the thought of our steamy coupling already had me at half mast,
we dabbed away the remnants of our grub with serene care,
“right now you, get up them stairs!”
We tore off our clothes with the speed of a cheetah,
I licked my lips, I couldn’t wait to eat her,
down south I went and started lapping away
“baby are you in for a sweet treat today!”
My jaw was working hard, I had drool from jowls
when suddenly from her came a blood curdling howl,
she screamed, “have you poured lava on my ******, it’s burning like flames
If this carries on I’m going to go lame,
I’m all for red hot passion but this is too much
my ***** feels too volcanic to touch,
It’s like on a Bunsen burner I sit
I’ve got Mount Vesuvius bursting out of my ****.”
I thought what could be the cause of this fiery malaise,
I pondered and mused as in pain she was glazed,
then I found the root of the problem as she shouted her self horse,
I didn’t wash my mouth out after that hot chilli sauce!
I said, I’m sorry, I’m sorry we should have waited until the heat had died down!”
She writhed around and hit me with a furious frown,
“well think about that next time, you ******* clown!”
An hour later when her agony had subsided
we sat on the couch and stroked each other’s eyelids,
she said, “although that hurt, I suppose it’s quite apt.”
surprised I remarked, “how do you figure that?”
She looked and me and smiled thru her winning smirk,
“because between you and me baby always fireworks!”
A little riff on memory, good times!
Simon Soane Feb 2016
Talk of a flood
rises to the top,
and then
stops,
rescinding gently,
too much
ceased
with ease,
as thinking on
the sight
of those heights.
Simon Soane Feb 2016
Obviously
you lit a fire in me.
Not the kind that requires
frantic calling
when out of control
and at the least decimating
in strong wind,
or turning cinders
when ignored,
spitting threats of consume
to all
with every rose,
no, not those.
This is contained,
filling my space
with the heat
of you;
obviously,
you lit a fire in me.



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Simon Soane Feb 2016
Not waiting for return
& craning for perhaps distant flap
of wing.
Or to hark when all will be a flutter
with colour & movement,
arriving with the know of bloom.
Not to think that.
Instead settled while migration back far from thought at night;
but when they do,
swift in flight.
Simon Soane Jan 2016
Although your red hair looks ace
any colour would flow well with your face;
sewage blonde speckled like an unwashed sink,
decayed purple, ***** pink,
sobbing violet, ***** brown,
snotty yellow on a unwashed frown,
manure sliver with a rotting hue,
***** orange, or suicide blue,
they'd all look good, look good on you.
And yes your scarlet locks shimmer with plush
but everything looks great next to your mush!
Simon Soane Jan 2016
You,
the platform of merriment
moulded to the moment;
always the best seat in the house
Simon Soane Jan 2016
All the time you never hid
from season,
heeding the turns
instantly;
moving
with now,
no waiting
for green.
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