She’s what you call bootylicious

body just luscious

yeah, she’s got junk

in her trunk

bumps in all the right places

beautifully curvaceous

oozes confidence

no pretence

so much more than a piece of ***

lovely, funny and full of sass

A tender smile

A crooked grin

A hearty laugh

A little giggle

A sneaky titter

A sly snigger

A mighty guffaw

Whichever way you share the joy

Its ok no rules apply

The old dear across the road
always looks like she’s carrying a load
moans and grumbles all day long
waving her walking stick as she limps along

She talks to herself continuously
I’ve never seen anyone losing
an argument with themselves before
not that she’s keeping score

I was afraid to approach
on her territory to encroach
But she smiles at me
it transformed her whole demeanour

She had tears in her eyes
and a look of delighted surprise
She called me “John” and kissed my cheek
and said I hadn’t visited all week

She bought me home and made me tea
hadn’t a biccie to give me
I didn’t know who John was
and she often talks without a pause

My name is Steven
now, once a week i visit
always greeted with a kiss on the cheek
for that day I’m “John”
her one and only beloved son

White clouds floating

streams of dreams

sun above gloating

melting icecreams

sunbathers basking

applying cream

butterflies dancing

partying it seems

Everything appears to be smiling

Long may the sun keep shining

Ah, it is the silly season

when plants seem to loose all reason

They jump with delight

their colour takes flight

They shine in daylight

and sleep at night

I can only surmise

their partying at winter’s demise

Whatever the reason

I love this silly season

Were still haggling over which side of the bed -

usually the one who goes up first

We still accuse each other of taking the lighters -

were both guilty

We still laugh over these things -

still wearing our wedding rings

I’ll love you ‘til the desert freezes over
and the camels come skating home
Your always in my mind and heart
I will never roam

You complete me like strawberries and cream
life with you is a wonderful dream
imagining life without you
my heart and soul scream

I’ll love you ‘til the first Sunday
there’s no mass
worshipping you, bold as brass
your my lover and best friend
and the only one that will put up with my sass

Oh it’s just gorgeous outside
pale skins hide
sunworshippers basking in a lazy glow
work, troubles for a while they don’t know
cinemas, libraries emptier today
as kids want to go outside to play
natures calling
work rates falling
beer gardens, beaches
suddenly enthralling

Oh boss can we have a reprieve
Can we have sunny days leave?
Especially in this lovely Emerald Isle
where glorious sunshine only stays a while

Let me play with your magic wand

and I’ll let you into my enchanted forest

I’ll dye my hair blonde

if it gets you undressed

of your juice I’m fond

my essence you’ve carressed

drown  in my pond

take me now, I’m getting stressed

Men are like buses, you miss one along comes two
Problems forget ‘em there’ll be more due
Life would be dull without a party or two
Flirting’s a game not taboo
If it doesn’t fit try another shoe
Some days we all feel a little blue
Smile it will be returned to you
Just sharing a thought or two

Hands bound

face to ground

leather whip

caresses my tip

Ripples of ecstasy

coursing through me

submissive, happily

blissfully tied, by thee

“Hey, you
Yeah, you, what you looking at”?
“Did you buy tickets”

That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package

At first, I thought it was just ordinary ******* but he was being too protective of it
then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly

I couldn’t move
I was rooted to the spot
he could roar and bellow all he liked
but I wasn’t going anywhere
I couldn’t

He looked at me with an evil grin
and just dropped his bundle in the bin
then with an ignorant shrug
went on his way his errand done
I think I actually heard him whistle

I rushed over
and gently picked up this man’s *******
I unwrapped it
it was a beautiful little kitten
snow-white
it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark
a tiny scrap of a thing

It wasn’t moving now
no sound emitting
I massaged its little chest
urging it on with every thing I had
A tiny little rise
Yes
I can do this

It slowly opened its eyes
took deep racking breaths
its little body spasmed
then
blessed relief
its breathing no longer laboured
and
a most wondrous thing
like a baby’s first cry
a miaow, barely audible
music to my ears
then getting louder
rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo

I’ve kept it
it’s now my companion
when it wants to be
I called her Hope

One man’s ******* is now my treasure

a beautiful face
fades with the decades
there’s no beauty compared to what we hide
cushioned and treasured inside-


the tears we’ve cried
the people who’ve died
the times we’ve tried
the dreams we’ve aspired
the friends we’ve carried-


a beautiful personality
lasts for eternity