When we met for a drink
I felt a connection
A tingling feeling
like no other,
we chatted for hours it felt like minutes
till the barman called time
now please be my lover,
outside for a kiss, a caress in the dark,
then you bid me goodnight
and I got in my car
driving home I feel special
butterfly's in my stomach
that wonderful feeling
you get from no other

Lets spice up our *** life she said to me,
been reading this book and so plain to see,
If we tried something new,after going to bed,
things would be better than just giving head

so we tried this and that,and I said did that suit you ,
it was ok she replied,but get the Kama sutra,
so her leg went here,and my leg went there ,
like a *** game of twister with her rear in the air

all seemed fine and she started to straddle
said please treat me rough,smack my ***
with a paddle,have the palm of my hand
that would be better,all was good and things got wetter

heh grab  cable ties ,strap me onto the bed,
******* I thought ,there left in the shed,
but my work tie was near and I thought
well that"s handy,all this larking about got
me so ******* randy

At the end of it all ,she came and I went,
two sweating masses ,hot, bothered, and spent,
so if things have got dull at the end of the day,
best treat yourself  to 50 ways to weh hey

Oh, to give my girl a hug,
She is 7 already, heavens above,
we spent long days together
before the split,so now
we make the best of it

The seconds, the minutes that
have been taken away,
24 hours soon make a day
all this lost time cannot
be replaced,I look were she slept ,
now an empty space

her brother and sister
still live with me,two children is fine
but it should be three,my daughter now lives
with my wife and her lover,
the one losing time should be her mother
,

I am good at being me,
No one else could be
I may be full of character flaws
But always for you
I would open doors

I am good at being me
what you get is what you see
hair and teeth still my own
Yes I curse and I moan
but for you I would be
two sugar"s in your tea

I am good at being me
lets take a walk by the sea
with you I always want to be
till we both come to an end
my one and only special friend

I write this poem,for my four legged friend
so loving ,so delicate,my praise never ends
Is he a cat ? , a mouse ?  or a dog ? none of the former
lets call him a cog.
,follows me round, close to my leg this is true
think the little ****** has stuck  with glue
but when he is naughty,he stalks slow like a cat,
curls up in a ball and could fit in a hat,
He dont bark ,he just yaps ,god how he yaps,
but with all of his flaws,please get down ***** paws
he"s so pleased to see me ,maybe wishes he could be me
will be here the end,cause a dogs man"s  best friend

I awake  to find a morning glory,
sun shining through,splintered curtains,a shaft of light
to highlight this physical form ,
A ******* monolith, proud and *****
its surrounded by hunched ***** disciples
gathered in there thousands
but soon it will lose this fertile form,and disappear ,
to  return again the following morn

Monday morning feeling great ,
get to work half ,past eight,
load a van ,lots of beds,
to pacify weary heads,
were on the road, here we go ,
busy day, cant go to slow,
then out the blue ,what"s this a text,
oh its the wife ,whatever next,
that"s odd it reads ",we need to talk"
I reply "ok straight after work",
but thats no good ,new message sent,
"I WANT OUT"
this time it"s meant,so all the years of wedded bliss,
end just like that ,no final kiss