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Poem: Fast Lane.

Fast Lane. . . Yes….Yes….Yes, It feels good To finally know That I absolutely can Tell you to fuck off…. And really mean it. . .

Poem: What Is Fucking Wrong With You.

What Is Fucking Wrong With You. . . I have told you To fuck-off before And now I’m telling you To go and fuck-off again. I am really getting fucked off With having to tell you to fuck-off. . .  

Poem: Just Imagine That.

Just Imagine That. . . Imagine being in possession of such long shapely legs, covered with invisible blonde hairs that glisten in full sunshine. Imagine having the inalienable right to deftly separate them. . .

Poem:I Know You So Well.

I Know You So Well. . I have always loved you Since I was a  small child. We shared our secrets Squeezed in under the bed Lying in the dust balls. I know every step of your way, How you think about your world, You even shared your first attempts With other almost ripened girls […]

Poem:The F Word.

The F Word. . . Life is  full of favourite things And I particularly favour F’s, So many good times start with them Like fabulous, fantastic and fuckable, or, Fuck it, fuck you, fuck no and fucking hell, Fick dich, fick mich and foda-se Which all spring to mind immediately, Very closely followed by full […]

Poem: Get Happily Naked.

Get Happily Naked. . . Don’t be afraid to take off your clothes. Don’t worry about the possible marks of time or cellulite. You have not ever changed in my admiring eyes. To me you are ageless, clothed in a love that has only grown with the passage of time upon our tender flesh. . […]

Poem: Magic Carpet Ride.

Magic Carpet Ride. . . It happened right there, No word, no doubt, no warning, He  just pulled her up from the chair And began to kiss her. It ended right there On that old Persian carpet Down in front of a roaring fire. What a ride. What a night. . .

Poem: Works Of Art.

Works Of Art. . . We made love On the riverbank, We made love In a field Not far from home, We put our own Exotic embroidery Onto many summer days. . .

Poem: Moonlight Buddy Holly.

Moonlight Buddy Holly . . . Happiness And glowing memories Can be such small Moments of perfection, Remember when we Suddenly danced In a field, Only the two of us Alone together In the moonlight. You were humming A Buddy Holly classic. . .

Poem: Good Taste Is Crucial.

Good Taste Is Crucial. , . Most men will complain Women won’t give them head That might change if it tasted Of chocolate instead. . .