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

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. . .  

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. . .

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 [...]

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 [...]

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. . [...]

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. . .

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. . .

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. . .

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

Window Shopping. . . I saw him in a restaurant, I saw him on a train I even saw him sitting On a park bench, in the rain. . I intend to see him close-up, I intend to get it said, I would love to see him naked In my bedroom, in my bed. . [...]

Autumn. . Summer’s gone again I see the bright flushed Fevered leaves Remembering warmer passions In a froth of scattered petticoats Abandoned on the ground .

In My Dreams. . I like to visit Paris Snog with Johnny Depp in Thebes There’s nothing I would rather do Than shag Keanu Reeves I like a beach and moonlight where Brad Pitt and I can play I just can’t wait to get to bed And dream my nights away . .

Passion In A Cornfield. . . Those summer clouds could only be The smallest shadows On a pink expanse Of loves wetlands . .

At The Edge Of Town. . I thought you loved me At the edge of town On a Friday night. I thought you loved me In a breathy world Of condensation Showing hearts and names That speckled sharply In the turning lights. .

Adult Verse. . . It was truly poetry X-certificated verse But I’ve heard worse . Such ragged groans The spoken words quite terse But I’ve heard worse .

A faster love . . I never promised it would be a long forever thing with me. My words upon that moment were only truly meant to be a flowery sentiment across a buttock… pinkly bent. . .

wet dreams. . wet dreams of you in blue soundtracked wet backed pole axed art house themes torn seams porn dreams. . .

Wanker. . . You are a big boy now You thought me fit to be abused, You’ll have to live with your mistakes ‘Cos I’m over being bruised. . .

Party Trick. . . Don’t look at me now With a painted china eye, I’d think a lot more of you If you’d buttoned up your fly. . .

Whats Wrong. . What’s wrong baby.  Why do you act so strange. Let’s have some straight up conversation For a bloody change. This situations gone astray Away beyond recall You played your scene the straight way But you never cried at all. What’s up baby. Why do you act so strange Let’s have some truthful [...]

Smile. . I’m beginning to know you In a room like this room I’m finding something Like the truth Soon I’ll be reading you Like an open book If I want to touch you I’ll touch you with a word I wish to speak with you I want to talk a while You need to [...]

The Strangest Thing. . . They always say that It’s the strangest thing, The change of breathing That a touch can bring. . .

Mardy Git. . . For the things I just said I’m not sorry one bit, You are just a sad loser A real mardy git. You kept strutting your stuff An’ you tret me like shit You’re a blot on my life Just a bloody big zit. . .

You’re No Saint.. . . You say that life is boring There’s no cure for all your ills. . You really don’t improve things Off your head on bloody pills. . .

Let’s Get Festive. . . I am feeling really restive Now the season’s getting festive Let’s do something quite suggestive With a Chocolate Digestive. . .

A Little Bit Of What You Fancy. . On Mondays I fancy a Chinese On Tuesdays I feel like a Thai On Wednesdays I fetch an Italian From a place I discovered nearby On Thursdays my taste runs to Turkish On Fridays I fancy it Greek But at weekends I just get a takeaway ‘Cos [...]

After Death. Upon The Path Of Stars. . . I am happy Upon this new path, I have not been This way before But it has waited, Knowing that I, Upon the turn of life, Would walk this way. . .

Back To Reality. . Each time I go out it’s a drag Because you can’t leave Well alone, What causes you to bloody ring Me hourly, on my Mobile phone. You tell me plainly, that you think I can’t be trusted On my own Well finally I’ve seen the light, Life won’t be normal ‘Til [...]

A Gentleman Never Tells. . . The farmer’s daughter is a cow The poachers is a dear, The baker’s daughter has big buns But I can’t discuss that here. . .

Long Haired King. . He is very beautiful, With hair down to his waist. It is groomed and shining In one long, thick, plait. I do not know his name Or even where he lives, He is just a man I met One long ago day in a park. He comes to me now, in [...]

I Know What You Are Thinking. . . That’s what I find at parties, You just lose your inhibition, Your chain reaction with that bitch Was just like nuclear fission. Don’t even try to do the thing I know you’re playing  in your head, You’ve had me long enough to know That if you do [...]

Stolen Goods. . How strange to see That face once more So unexpected Yesterday. To see his walk The way he moves, To feel regret, and Pain, that way. No point at all In waiting, ’til He caught my eye And crossed the street. Her ring said she was settled in, I could not bear [...]

Kiss Me . . If I said  ‘kiss me’, Would you kiss me Because you wanted to, Or, because I asked you to. Am I special in my own way Or would you kiss me any day, And then forget me As you walked away. . .

A Bit Of Strange. . You’ve arsed about You make me sick, You’re causing havoc, You’re a prick. I said last time Just one more try, You promised then, I saw you cry. But still you thought To push your luck Indulging in A random fuck. It’s too late now Don’t need this stress Go [...]

Tastes Do Differ. . . Gay gardeners Love Sweet William. All Sapphics love Maids In A Row. Though old ladies sit In their Lavender bowers, I’m happy enjoying Profuse Golden Showers. . .

I Want You Now. . I’ve wanted you For quite a time, Exactly when Will you be mine. Surely you know My need is real, Don’t you enjoy The way I feel. I think it’s time We had a screw And did the things That lovers do. . .

That’s Finally It. . . What happened to Your early words, You’re passion when We kissed, How did it change As time when by ‘Til now you raise Your fist. . .

Live With It. . . It was a simple, plastic spell, You never saw the seams. It was a truly heavy sell, A trade in porno dreams. That awful creature handled you Much better than I could, I wouldn’t take you back again No reason why I should. You’re just a broken wind-up toy And [...]

Another World. . . It is very boring Doing the hoovering. There is no I.Q. test For making beds. Shopping is a drag, But I’ve always known The reason why I cope. I love him, and he holds Another world than is In his fingertips. . .

Mismatch. . . How I hate you, When we play this game Of left-hand jabs Below the belt. How can this match Be anything I need. Why can’t I be The linesman Who calls out. . .

Not To Be. . . Within the pan She sees a man Incredible, in every way. He lived, and yet, This very day He’ll flush away. . .

To Good To Be True. . I needed wine ‘tho it was late, I’d had a few, I looked a state. But soon the Offie would be closed And i’d be feeling indisposed. . I looked like crap, but I should care For baggy pants and rat’s nest hair. I mean, it’s late, who would [...]

Who’s That Girl. . . Just whoa there. Who is that girl With endless legs, and Starry starry eyes. Will she pass This way once more To catch my passion On the rise. . .

On The Lash. . She’s dancing, in The ship of fools, A weekend night Along the Quay. Too much To drink To pissed to think, So rat-arsed she Can’t bloody see. She’s grabbed by passing Drunken men. A normal Friday Night again. . .

Just Bugger Off. . Just bugger off…and take your dog, Now you can walk him in the rain, Don’t even think to polish up The old excuses once again. I’ve had enough of all your games, I’ve read the script, I know the score, Just pack your crap and sod right off, Don’t want you [...]

Crimson Lipstick. . . Your waxy lips Are vamping In a 1940′s crimson. I don’t like it, But it suits you, And I have the urge To kiss you. . .

Handle With Care. . . Unstable, Tissue wrapped. No trinket this For careless Sweaty hands. . .

On Second Thoughts. . He’s buggered off, My man has gone, What shall I do I’m all alone. . I’ll get to use The bedside light And read for hours Each bloody night. . I’ll pile the pillows At my head And make a starfish In the bed. . I’ll buy no meat, I’ll just [...]