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I wanted to write a poem for LBN's graduation, but wanted it to fit in with Yuvu's philosophies, so I came up with this...

Graduation

Now its time for graduation
Let’s all start the masturbation
Walk on stage, collect your prize
Then home, flick the bean and close your eyes
Think of cock and turn the vibe up high
You're not in math class, no need to be shy
Now the final grade has been awarded
Time for that G spot shudder can be afforded
You got an A so be really proud
And have an orgasm and be really loud
Walk on stage and smile and beam
Then back to bed to moan and scream
Hang that grad pic up on the wall
Then cum so hard you nearly fall
Live it up, be proud and enjoy the day
Then go home and fuck and play
Enjoy every minute of your graduation
Then enjoy every hour of your fornication!
 

 

Nawty Baby, I know how hard you have worked, I've seen the stress and attended the pity parties along the way lol - So I know how much you have earned the right to walk on stage and collect your qualification!  Have an absoulutely brilliant day, because, fuck do you deserve it!!!!  I'm so, so, so happy for you, and I knew my faith wasn't misplaced lol mwah mwah mwah

Shelter

The clouds gathered and darkened overhead
Thunder rumbled like a hungry stomach unfed
The rain fell as the view of the sun was obliterated
The wind gathered pace and howled unabated
Without warning a girl knocked upon my door
Seeking sanctuary like so many before
She read my poems and read my prose
Smiled at my highs, cried at my lows
She stayed a while, we had a drink, and we had a kiss
Despite the cold, the afternoon was bliss
But all too soon the rain eased up
She drank the last dregs from her coffee cup
The sun broke through, lightness restored
The girl gazed out the window looking slightly bored
Although it seems hard to believe
She made her excuses and got up to leave
The old adage it seems is true
Any poet in a storm will do!
 

Nawty Baby - just a little present on your birthday - I hope you have the wonderful day you so deserve mwah  xoxo

Sunflower

It’s a shame sunflowers are out of season
But your birthday’s not the only reason
I wanted to give something special from me to you
It’s also to thank you for all the things that you do

So although the flower may be silk and plastic
Never doubt that I know you’re real and fantastic
And like our friendship bond that will never sever
You’ll always know this flower will last forever

Now as your birthday dawns I’ll just spend a while
Looking at those soft brown eyes and infectious smile
And I’ll think of that warm heart full of care
That means for you, I’ll be forever there

 

Thank you to everyone that posted a message on my last blog - a big mwah to you all ya big softies lol

And to those that said they would miss my poems - a little offering to show my inspiration is still in tact!

Sunrise Horizon

I’m sick of hearing about the effects of global warming
And of endless stories of The Beatles reforming
Why doesn’t the fact that John Lennon’s dead
Finally put that story once and for all to bed?

I’m sick of Iraq and of Afghanistan
The death and maiming of many a man
16 grand a year to be shot at and killed
16 grand a year for another grave to be filled

I’m sick of Mylene Klass on my TV screen
And of healthy low fat low taste cuisine
My viewing pleasure has reached new lows
With a plethora of TV chefs and talentless talent reality shows

I’m sick of cooking for one and eating alone
Just waiting for someone to throw me a bone
OK, I can do what I want and the freedom is bliss
But sometimes I just so want to feel your kiss

But in the grand scheme of things
You know what your presence brings
You’re the sunrise horizon on my life’s view
That’s why I’ll never be sick of you!

See you all soon!

mwah xoxo

 

A few things have happened lately in yuvu that have got to me, and affected me, more than they should, and for that reason I think I need to take a step away from the chat rooms.  Whether it’s a leave of absence or a permanent goodbye, I’m honestly not sure yet – I hope its the former, but I wanted to post this in case it’s the latter.

In the 15 months I have been here, I have made what I would call some very good friends.  I can’t mention you all, but one or two do deserve a special mention for being there in one way or another. 

Apple, GuitarGirl and SDS (or whatever you’re called these days lol) – thank you for being true friends, and being there when I needed an ear and a shoulder. 

Keyser and Delish, for bringing a laugh and intelligence to my little cyber world.

Exy –for just being you, and for that smile that lifts even the darkest storm and an attitude to life that gives me so much hope.

Pbear for the time and effort you put into putting my collection of poems together, I will always be grateful, and I’ll always think of you when I look at my little book!

Vixen, Sweet and Jelly for always putting on a damn good show and for realising I exist lol

To everyone who read and enjoyed my poems and stories or watched and looked at my pics and vids - thank you

But most importantly, of course – To my nawty baby, LBN – Thank you for so much – for being the best friend I could ever have wished for, for helping me through some really tough times and making the good times even better.  Also of course for being the sexiest woman I will ever know!! – I don’t think you’ll ever really know exactly what you do to me in so many ways!  It has been an honor and a huge joy to be so close to you, and long may that continue baby, I could never ever say goodbye to you xoxo

I will leave my profile here for those that enjoy my blogs and vids, and because of the special things posted there.   I will also still be online on MSN. I may even visit yuvu just to post the odd vid or set of pics and maybe I’ll be back in chat when I’ve got my head round a few things – But if not, thanks for the good times, take care, and enjoy!

So off I go on my sabbatical – free from the arrogant poseurs, the sickly fawners and the other things that annoy!

mwah xxx
 

For those who like their erotic tales to be a little more detailed, and want something more from a story than it starting with his cock in her mouth and ending 2 paragraphs later with him making her cum 5 times, I have written a little piece of erotica that I hope manages to fuel your imagination and touch a piece of your mind and send a tingle through your naughty bits!!

It was too long to post as a blog, so I have put it in the stories section of the forum and have pasted the url link below:

http://www.yuvutu.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=8385

If you read it, feel free to vote and leave a comment either on the story thread or on this blog.

Thank you xxx

... when the blog section was generally a good read and not just another place to post pics we can see by clicking on the handy 'Photos' tab????

I know it’s early, but I wanted to get in before the rush! lol

Nawty Baby – I know you can’t really be my Valentine – But I hope you still like that I want you to be mine! xoxo

My Dream Valentine

Today I just want to hold your hand
As I hand you the flowers
That I carefully chose

Today I just want to look into your eyes
As I hand you the cake
That I carefully baked

Today I just want to feel you close
As I hand you my love
That I carefully nurtured

Today I just want to hear your voice
As I hand you my dream
That I carefully thought out

Today I just want to see you smile
As I hand you my trust
That I carefully wrapped

Today I just want to kiss your lips
As I hand you my heart
That I carefully saved – for you.



I hope you have a wonderful valentine’s day baby, and are made to feel so very special, because you deserve it like no-one else I know! xoxo
 

For My Nawty American Baby xoxo

The Winner Of The Prize

The winner of the prize
It could have been your eyes
The colour, shape and feelings they inspire

It could have been your parted lips
That take my lust on magical trips
And beg for a kiss more tender than the one before

It could have been your voice's dulcet tones
That sends shivers coursing through my bones
And leaves me hanging on every word, always wanting more

It could have been your slender fingers
Upon which my gaze often lingers
Wanting to hold them tight and safe in the grasp of mine

It could have been your infectious giggle
That makes my soul dance and jiggle
And creates a smile, regardless of my mood and disposition

It could have been your silky thighs
To rule them out would be unwise
Their shape and tone run close to nature’s perfection

It could have been the way you make me feel
A feeling so good it’s almost unreal
A warm blanket sweeping over me on a cold dark night

But the winner  is your heart
For it kept me from falling apart
And the care it holds gives hope on even the darkest day
 

...You ease my trousers down, releasing my hard cock, allowing it to spring up towards your waiting willing tongue.  Your hands grabbing my ass as your tongue runs over my tight balls, your lips closing around them, blowing gently, then sucking forcing me to collapse against the glass door.  My hands holding your hair tight, pulling harder as you deliver more pleasure.  You run your tongue up the underside of my cock, slowly, allowing yourself to feel every ridge and vein, to sigh at every twitch and leap my cock makes under your touch.  Looking up at me, your tongue circles the tip of my cock before you smile greedily as your lips engulf the head and suck it slowly into your mouth.  I push forward, holding your head still, sliding my cock deeper before pulling out.  I look down to see my wet glistening hard cock slide from your mouth before I push back in.  My fingers wrapped tighter in your hair, keeping you still as I fuck your mouth.  Slowly at first, long deliberate in and out motions with hips, gradually picking up the pace – fucking your mouth harder and faster as you moan onto my cock, your hands grasping your own breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

I pull my cock from your mouth and as I slap it against your willing outstretched tongue I open the balcony door.  Pulling you to your feet by your hair I spin you around.  My arms wrapped tightly around you as I walk you to the edge of the balcony, pushing you against the wall and bending you over it.  Your hands grabbing the railing.  Your head over the balcony you look straight out into the empty night sky then down at the street below.  The slight feeling of vertigo just adds to the heady intoxicating lust filled dizziness you feel.

My hands skirt over your back as I kneel on the floor behind you and roughly pull your panties to the floor.  I spread your legs wide and run my tongue along your inner thigh, my nose brushing against your wet desperate pussy.  My hands firmly on your ass as I run my tongue between your lips, parting them, tasting your juices, pushing my tongue deeper.  One hand wraps round your body and a finger teases your clit before pushing harder onto its firmness and rubbing fast, constantly increasing the pressure and pleasure you feel.  My tongue moving back and up, running between your pert ass cheeks.  The tip pressing and flicking onto your most sensitive spot.  You scream into the night air feeling the double pleasure – bursts of electricity flicker between your clit and ass, stirring the orgasm deep inside your pussy.

I stand behind you, my hands wrapping round you, holding you tight, clenching your breasts as my hard cock runs between your wet lips and finally pushes firmly inside you.  Filling and spreading your pussy.  Your hand reaching down to your clit, rubbing stroking manically as if it will relieve the ever growing itch deep inside that you know you cant reach.  Each nipple held between thumb and forefinger as I hold your breasts tightly.  Pushing deep inside you, pulling out, and slamming my naked body back against yours, ploughing my cock ever deeper, ever harder into your wetness.  Your screams piercing the air, nearby hotel room curtains twitching.  That feeling of being watched fuelling our lust, feeding our orgasms as I fuck harder and faster with each stroke.  My body slapping harder against your ass as you rub your clit with a frenzied pace. 

As you look out over the balcony, seeing no floor beneath you gives you a head rush, a floating feeling, suspended above the ground, your pussy being fucked for all its worth.  Your muscles clenched round my cock, dragging me deeper, banging on he orgasm building in your cervix.  I feel your legs start to shake, your pussy contracting uncontrollably around my cock, the steady rhythm on your clit faltering as your orgasm builds to the point where you cant hold it anymore – the point where you don’t want to.  One loud hard scream of my name as your orgasm bursts through every pore of your body.  My cock twitching deep inside your, your contractions charming my orgasm to the surface. A loud strangled scream of your name accompanies the buckling of my knees as I push hard inside you releasing my orgasm, cumming hard deep in your pussy.  Without pulling out, I push forward, deeper, milking every second of my orgasm, triggering little after waves within you.

Breathlessly we collapse onto the floor, I hold your body close to mine, our hands holding tightly, I look into your eyes, and kiss you softly, tenderly..  Just to let you know what I really feel!

More than 1 person said carry on - so i did lol

...I release your arms from my grip, allowing my fingertips to skirt around the back of your thighs, running over your ass before clasping tight.  I pull you hard, convincefully into me as my lips press hard onto yours once more.  Your legs wrap around me as I lift you off the floor.  Pushing you harder against the wall.  My hard cock straining in my trousers pushing against your pussy.  Your legs entwine round mine, hooking your feet behind my knees to gain a better grip as your hips rock gently massaging your clit against my cock.  Your fingernails digging into my back through the thin fabric of my shirt.

Even as the elevator reaches our floor, slows, and the doors open we don’t move – lost in our kiss, lost in our lust as you grind yourself harder against me.  I turn you away from the wall, my grip on your ass released, holding your hand I lead you quickly to our room.  Once inside I press your warm body against the cold glass of the balcony door.  My fingers slowly pushing the straps of your dress off your shoulders.   I take a step away from you, my arms outstretched I slowly peel the dress down your body.  My eyes flitting over every inch of you as I slowly reveal your flesh.  A soft sigh as the dress falls beneath your breasts.  I lean forward, the tip of my tongue tracing a large circle from the top of your cleavage, around the top of your breast, down the side and along the firm pert underside.  My hands holding yours as I arc your arms out away from your body until they are fully outstretched.

My tongue continues its spiral inward journey ever closer to your hard nipple.  Throbbing like it could burst, desperate to feel my tongue upon it as I take it on its slow teasey journey, ever closer as I circle your breast.  I let go of your hands.  You keep your arms outstretched in a submissive pose as my hands drift to your ribs, stroking gently, barely touching up and down.  As the tip of my tongue finally flicks over your nipple my hands glide down, grabbing your ass.  Pulling you against me once again, forcing your nipple into my mouth.  You feel my teeth clench, gently at first.  The bite getting harder as I suck your nipple harder into my mouth.  Your moan piercing through the air as you feel the ache that had been growing instantly released.

Your hands move onto my chest, firmly running over me before your fingers clench, pulling on my nipples as you gather the fabric of my shirt into your hands.   Roughly you fling your hands out and away from my body.  Buttons popping, material ripping as you push the shirt off my shoulders and sink your nails into the bare skin on my back.   As you do, I bite harder on your nipple and administer a swift firm spank to your ass – letting you feel the pain I feel.

You move your hands to my chest, your nails leaving red trails in my skin as you move them down my torso and over my firm stomach – feeling the muscles tense and release under your touch – bracing themselves for the pleasureable pain you deliver.  As you undo my trousers you slowly sink to your knees in front of me, your tongue following the red marks of the grazed skin delivering a soft warm wet relief to the stinging pain.

Wanna be fucked like this, baby?!

An evening of planned and staged frustration is almost at an end.  Throughout the party we limited ourselves to lingering looks, flirtatious smiles and the odd electrically charged touch as we passed.  Our desires now fizzing, our wants overflowing.

I follow you out of the room, grab your wrist and steer you towards the elevator.  Before the doors close behind us, I push you convincefully against the wall.  Both your wrists held tightly in one hand above your head.  My lips hovering agonisingly close to yours as my other hand skirts over your figure hugging dress, running past your breasts as it passes down your body, my fingers sink into the flesh of your thigh beneath the hem of your dress.  My body presses against yours – squeezing you up against the elevator wall.  Our eyes locked – lost in lust as I push my lips against yours.  Kissing passionately, our tongues collide, entwine and make no secret of our desire.

Your hands still held helplessly above your head, my fingers tightening around your wrists.  My other hand raking up your thighs, hoisting your dress higher until you feel the cold mirrored wall against your ass.  My fingers teasing along the seam of your panties, ever closer to your aching pussy. 

The uncertainty growing in our minds – Will the elevator stop before we reach our floor?  Will we be caught in this sex-fuelled embrace?  That excitement racing though our veins, making our hearts pound harder, faster!  As I release you from the kiss, allowing you to gasp for air and release a long heady sigh, my teeth clench onto your lower lip, biting – softly at first, then hard enough to send the pleasurable pain racing straight to your ache deep within….

Want me to carry on???? xoxo
 

A joint effort by myself and Keyser writing alternate lines - After the poem was finished, we experienced artistic differences during the editing process and have decided to relaunch our solo careers! lol

Collaboration On An Ode To Self Abasement

You sit there with a look of smarm on your face
Your hand wrapped around your inadequate cock
No blue V's adorning the left hand column in chat
But you're in love with yourself so you wank anyway
Sitting with your trousers down around your ankles
And wearing your wife's pink frilly knickers
The ones she left behind when she left and left you behind
Your webcam doesn't let anyone see what you look like
But you've got two faces so no-one wants to see you anyway
You scan the screen and search for your prey
To persuade them that your arrogance is acceptable
Find that lonely woman and tell her she's beautiful
Let her know she's your favourite - at least for today
Or until you've cum into your man-sized tissues
And turned off your cam to hide your shame
You try to ease the pain through blogs of poetry and love
Yet you know tomorrow will be another guilt-filled session
The new 'Groundhog Day' for a sex-starved addict
Another microwave meal for one and half a bottle of desperation
Then turn on the computer and pretend you're a special friend to someone
Convince upon them your affections and give them all a pet name
They're all your favourite girl depending on the time of the day
Each one holding a special place in your crowded heart
But It's such a shame that they only exist in the cyber-world
You turn off your computer, and hibernate your life
Sleep and dream of the life you once thought you could have
The one you now live without the restrictions of reality
Where you can be a man of substance and purpose
Instead of a lonely bitter island of solitude
 

I was going to do a video with 2,008 cum shots to thank a wonderful american lady (not often those 3 words appear in the same sentence!) for making a silk purse from my sow's ear of a year - but then I realised time was short, so I thought fuck it, I'll have a cup of tea and write a poem instead!!!

If It Weren't For The Shitty Bits, My Life'd Be Fine!

Well thanks a lot 2008.  Thanks a lot in so many ways
An Annus horribilis as the Queen often says
A year dead, it’s rotting corpse now lays
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

A relationship pulled apart, left tattered, torn and bitter
A New Year’s resolution failed – I’m clearly no fitter
And it was only March – could things get any shitter?
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

Two cats laid to rest that no longer find comfort on my lap
A love lost to reality that upped and left as I took a nap
Spring approached and still things were surprisingly crap
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

Turning 40 and officially middle aged
Renting a friend’s box room – I’m officially caged
And the dripping tap, well that simply left me enraged
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

A fixed penalty notice and speeding fines
In my holiday destination, the sun never shines
I bludgeon through the year ignoring the signs
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

The credit crunch, downturn in sales raising financial fears
A dodgy car with unfixed dodgy gears
Autumn’s here, and so still are my tears
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

But through it all, I clung to my ray of light
The Someone I found that made everything more than alright
The present ok, the lows managed. The future bright!
If it weren’t for the shitty bits, my life’d be fine!

So thank you 2008.  Thank you in just one way
For giving me the chance to open my heart and say
Thank you baby, for being there and coming my way!
Yes there were shitty bits – but thanks to you, my life is fine!
 

xoxo

Yes, It's Still you! xoxo

Whenever

Whenever you need a sympathetic ear
I’ll be listening, forever here
Whenever you need a shoulder
I’ll be your rock, your constant, your boulder

Whenever you need to talk things through
I’ll give my advice right on cue
Whenever you need lifting out of a funk
I’ll pull you up, no matter how deep you’ve sunk

Whenever you need someone to raise a smile
I’ll be there with comic timing, verve and style
Whenever you just need a meow and a little bitch
I’ll gladly join in, and I’ll never snitch

Whenever you feel the storm clouds brew
I’ll be your umbrella to see you through
And whenever you just need a hand to hold
I’ll offer you mine into which your fingers can fold
 

A Cliché Kiss And Something Or Other About Dolphins

Wide eyes meet
And hold
Pupils dilate
The flicker of a smile
Curtailed by a bitten lip
Fingers reach
Touch
And slip together
Tailor made
A step closer
A missed heart beat
A hard to find swallow
Eyes close and sink into pleasure
Lips touch
Press
And sigh into the kiss
Tongues flirt
Play and caress
Bodies press close
The feeling engulfs
You swim in the moment
With the smile of a dolphin
Knowing
The passion and lust that are yet to come
 

The Butterflies’ Flutter

I feel the rush of tingle upon my set alight skin
I swim on the wave of the butterflies’ flutter
And dance to the beat of my pounding heart
Each time I feel you here

I pick the cares from off your worry tree
I offer sanctuary from the source of your stress
And I cradle your troubled and saddened mind
Each time I think you’re blue

I bask in the glow of my beaming smile
I skip in the puddle of my melting heart
And cuddle up in the comfort of your closeness
Each time I feel you near

I wander through the beautiful field of feelings
I swoon inside my peaceful meadow of emotions
And I crackle in the roaring fire of delight
Each time I think of you
 

Socks!

Tonight’s the night for the making of your video
Fuck hard and harder and put on a show
Looking good covered in oil and under a nice mood light
As you twist and squirm right through the night
But there’s one thing wrong with the image upon my screen
There are two things there that shouldn’t be seen
As you writhe and moan upon my computer
There’s something there that just don’t suit ya
You’re fucking well and the moans are great, you know what I mean
But my eyes are constantly drawn to the corner of the screen
No there are no long toe nails or athlete’s foot shocks
Cos you’re warm and cosy in your comfy socks
Black or white, whether on her or him
Whether made for walking, work or the gym
Don’t you see that it doesn’t look right
Takes the vid from good to shite
Do us all, not least yourself, a favour
And give to us a sexy film to savour
Lose the socks and turn down your TV
To make your vid as good as it can ever be!
Its not that I’m ungrateful for the gift you’ve chosen to share
It’s just that I really do wish they were not there
And your video won’t get the best reaction
If those socks are there to cause distraction
I don’t care if they’re designer and clean on today
Please take them off and put them away!

 

Hold Me!

You can see in my eyes
Where my heart really lies
And the fact that my heart never lies

So forget the pretence
I’ll admit it’s immense
But feelings they never make sense

So how did I find
Someone so special and kind
When I’m led by a love oh so blind?

But it doesn’t need sight
To feel sparks come alight
And to know that what burns inside is so right

I’m so very happy here
Free from all of my fear
Just loving the fact that you’re near

So take care and hold me
And please let it just be
That you are all that my heart will ever see

mwah xoxo

Inspired by Sax, I thought I'd give this haiku thing a bash to review my last 4 seasons!

The Seasons in Haiku

Autumn

The leaves are falling
And in turn I fall for you
Not wanting to land


Winter

The rain and the snow
Cannot stop the fire I feel
Burning just for you


Spring

New life and new hope
But I hold on to the old
Warm secure feeling


Summer

Like an Arctic June
The sun is never setting
On my love for you
 

i have done a new sexy story, but too big for a blog so its here:

http://www.yuvutu.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=6701

hope you like

I know I said not so very long ago that I'd leave the lovey dovey poetry alone - but we knew that wouldn't happen!

The Ability To Sing!

If I could have one wish that would come true
I’d wish for a special wish for you
If I could take just one of your colours away
I’d take your blue, to keep your down days at bay

If I could give you just one gift that you required
I’d give you everything your heart desired
If I could relieve you of your fears
I’d take every one along with your tears

If I could paint a picture upon your face
It would have a smile painted by my embrace
And if I could do just one more thing
I’d bestow upon you the ability to sing!

Off the Top Of My Head

I’m trying to write a poem off the top of my head
“You can’t do it!” someone said
So here I am proving them right
That without time to reflect, my poetry’s shite
No time to think of the feelings inside
To conjure up those happy days or times that I cried
No time to eloquently express the love that I hold
A beaten poet, I throw down my hand and fold
I bow my head, a broken man
They said I can’t, I thought that I can
Just when they believed they’d won and it was over
I was rising up, dancing in fields of clover
It seemed to scan, it seemed to rhyme
And created in just a flicker of time
I guess I knew all along
I could do it, and prove them wrong!
 

Halfwake Part Four

...Michael pushed slowly forward, easing his cock deeper before pulling slowly out.  As he did, Lily pushed her toy into her pussy pushing in until she felt Michael sliding  back in to her ass, her signal to withdraw the toy at the same pace.  Slowly they fucked, Lily feeling the alternate fullness of her pussy and ass as Michael wrapped his hand around her hips so he could rub her clit with the same rhythm they used together to fuck her pussy and ass.  The speed, roughness and depth of the dual fuck increasing with each thrust.

Michael slammed against her, fucking her hard pushing the air from her lungs with each thrust.  Rubbing her hard clit faster and harder as Lily pushed the vibe harder into her pussy to replicate the feeling in her ass.  Their breathlessness growing as their bodies covered in a light sheen of perspiration pushed together, pulled apart and slammed back together.  Lily’s screams becoming louder each time she pushed the vibe inside her, each time Michael rammed his cock into her desperate aching ass.  While squeezing her hard nipples tight, releasing, and squeezing again.

Lily felt Michael’s cock twitching violently in her ass, thrashing against her tight walls as he thrust deep and hard into her and held himself there.  She pushed the vibe deep inside her pussy, giving her that overwhelming feeling of fullness.  One last hard squeeze on her nipples and a frantic rub on her clit pushed her over the edge.  A loud strangled scream from Lily, and her ass clamping round his cock simultaneously pulled the orgasm ripping and burning through Michael’s body, flooding her ass with his cum as her body shook and her ass and pussy contracted quick and hard. Charges of electricity passing between them as their bodies shook and twitched against each other. Her orgasm milked for that extra mind tingling moment as she felt Michael pull his cock from her ass leaving her with that sensational feeling as it closed around the void left by his hard retreating cock.  The perfect end to the perfect orgasm!

Exhausted and panting, Michael collapsed onto the bed next to Lily.  He held her chin pulling her head round to face him and kissed her passionately, biting her bottom lip as he pulled away. Before asking
“Now that you’re awake, do you want a proper fuck, baby!”
Lily sighed and held him close, kissing him, thinking to herself how much she loved the morning halfwake fuck!

 

Halfwake Part Three

...Before she had recovered, before the twitching had ceased, before a much needed deep breath had replenished her lungs, Michael pulled the toy from her pussy and pushed it up, trapping the curve between the bed and her clit – giving her no respite from the tingle, the fire of pleasure.  The slower harder pressure and sensation of her fingers replaced by the swift intensity of the vibe.  Michael lay on her, his hands cupping under her body to squeeze her firm pert breasts.  Her hard sensitive nipples squeezed and pulled between his thumb and forefinger as he roughly pushed his hard cock deep inside her wet aching pussy. 

He pushed his hips forward, making sure the full length of his cock was buried deep inside Lily’s pussy, his weight pushing down on her, pushing the vibe harder against her clit.  Keeping his body still he slowly raised his hips, pulling his cock out before pushing quickly and powerfully down and forward, slamming his cock back deep inside her.

Lily felt his lips brushing gently over her neck, soft tender kisses the yin melting to the yang of his body pinning her to the bed as the movement of his hips dictated the alternating control and franticness of their fuck.  Each thrust into her pussy accompanies with a squeeze of her small hard nipples.  She turned her head to the side and looked up into his eyes.  As he fucked he looked down into hers, completing their total unity as their pips met for the first time that morning.  The initial soft tender kiss giving way as their tongues met and danced to the tune of the increasingly frantic fuck.  The vibe a constant source of delight on her clit.

As Michael broke away from the kiss, Lily whispered through her breathless sighs
“Fuck my ass baby, please.  Fuck my ass!”
He smiled and ground his cock deep in to her pussy one last time, his hips circling before he lifted himself off her.  Lily spread her legs wider, digging her knees into the bed to allow herself to raise her ass. Her hands reaching down to spread her cheeks for him.  A submissive act to present herself to him, to give herself fully.  Michael looked at her tight ass still glistening from the tonguing she had just enjoyed and pushed his cock, wet with her juices, against her tight ring forcing himself inside her.  With just the tip inside, he held still allowing them both a second to adjust to the feeling as Lily took her vibe and eased it between her pussy lips, teasing the entrance to her aching pussy...
 

Halfwake Part Two

Michael inched further up the bed.  His lips grazing over the firmness of her ass cheeks.  Each one flirted with and teased in turn.  One hand brushing lightly over the small of her back and up her spine, sending waves of pleasure through her body.  She felt the pulses, the waves sweep, subside and sweep again like the concentric rings created by a pebble dropped into a calm and clear pool. His other hand moving to his cock, running along his hard shaft and down over his tight shaved balls.  The touch of his fingers easing the tingle, scratching at the surface of the ache he held deep within.  His open mouth sank onto Lily’s ass cheek as his fingers wrapped tightly round his cock.  As he kissed her ass he slowly wanked his twitching shaft, sending a wave of pleasure and relief through his body emanating in the need to bite lightly on Lily’s ass.  The harsh awakening pain of his teeth contrasting with the softness of his twirling tongue.  The sensation making Lily rub her clit harder – taking her to the edge of orgasm.  An orgasm she held on the brink.  Letting it build, wanting, when she released it, its anger and rage to sweep through her entire body rather than allowing it so slowly gently creep from her body.  She wanted that orgasm to be the full awakening – the trigger to bring her snapping screaming out of semi slumber!

Michael released the grip his mouth had on her ass cheek, the red mark burning, his teeth marks remaining as the pleasurable pain ebbed away.  Her focus taken closer to her ass as he ran the length of his tongue between her pert cheeks.  Almost, but not quite touching her tight pucker.  Lily moaned, desperate to feel his touch on her most intimate and sensitive zone.  She lifted her hips, trying to push his tongue deeper between her cheeks, but Michael took control and pushed down on the small of her back letting her know that what happened, and when it happened was not to be her decision.  Lily let her hips sink back down and rubbed her mound against the mattress.  A long strangled frustrated moan letting Michael know that she accepted her submissive role in their morning lovemaking.

Lily’s heart raced again as she heard the unmistakable low hum and buzz of her favourite toy.  The pressure of her fingers rubbing on her hard clit increasing as she felt it run along her inner thigh and work teasingly closer to her wet aching pussy.  Again she tried to wriggle her hips to allow the tip of the toy to push against her need, but again a firm hand on her buttocks pushed it teasingly out of reach.

As she lay helpless, one hand on her clit, the other gripping onto the bed, her moans turning into pleading whispers as finally she felt the triple pleasure she craved.  Her own fingers pleasing her clit as the tip of her toy eased gently between her lips and slid into her pussy.  At the same time Michael pushed his tongue harder against her ass.  The length of his tongue running over her ass, the tip pushing against her tightness.  Her excitement enhanced by the involuntary spasms as he lapped and flicked against her.

Michael pushed the vibe deeper inside her pussy, rotating the curved end against the walls sending the vibrations pulsing through her entire body as she stroked and rubbed her clit harder, keeping her orgasm on the edge of explosion.  Her moans becoming louder, her breathing deep and uncontrollable until the rotating curve found her soft and tender magical spot.  Her puckering ass twitching against his tongue and her long loud scream the signals he was waiting to hear as he held the vibe still, letting the vibrations work their magic.

Lily’s body struggled to cope with the three pleasure zones, all creating their own epicentre from which the waves emanated, colliding and crashing – causing chaos inside her body.  Her screams intensified each muscle in her body flexing and releasing, tightening and loosening.  Her head swimming in pleasure.  One final lap from Michael’s tongue. One final pulse from the toy and one final stroke on her clit pushed her over the edge and into the long intense free fall of a powerful multi centred orgasm.  Her scream building, saying his name over and over, louder and louder until her mind buzzed so much she couldn’t form the word, and had to release a long loud strangled and breathless scream.  Her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her, her wet pussy squeezing on to the toy inside her, milking its vibrations to stretch her orgasm for longer than she could cope with....
 

 

After a long dalliance with affairs of the heart and love poetry, I feel its time to return for a while to where I started my blogs – the (hopefully) pussy dampening and ball tingling erotica!  Hope you enjoy, and please leave comments x

Halfwake
 

After a long dalliance with affairs of the heart and love poetry, I feel its time to return for a while to where I started my blogs – the (hopefully) pussy dampening and ball tingling erotica!  Hope you enjoy, and please leave comments x

Halfwake

Lily sighed deeply into that magical moment of halfwake.  Her eyes flickering, opening slightly, briefly, before closing again to shield them from the sunlight streaming through the chink in the curtain.  She stretched her legs, her toes pointing, loving that feeling of not quite being asleep, and not quite being awake.  The point where her senses were both dulled, yet heightened at the same time.  That indefinable, indistinguishable moment between sleep and consciousness.

Instead of the warm snugness she expected to feel from the bed sheet, she felt the tingling chill of the morning air on her exposed back.  Slowly massaging feeling into her nerve endings –awakening her flesh the way nature intended.  As she flitted in and out of sleep, she was aware of a soft tickling sensation sweeping from her toes sneaking slowly up through her body quickening her heartbeat from its sleeping rest and breathing life into her desire and need.

Michael sat on the floor at the end of the bed, his eyes working their way along her soft and slender legs up to her pert cute ass.  His own desire growing.  His heart pausing, then beating with renewed vigour, as almost subconsciously her legs parted and her muscles tensed and released.  As his lips closed round each toe and he sucked gently allowing his tongue to caress, his eyes were drawn to the glimpse of her perfect smooth pussy lips.  His mind taken back to the night before, remembering how hard he’d fucked that tight desperate pussy.  As he sucked harder on her toes, he sunk deeper into that memory so fresh in his mind – the screams were still echoing in the room, the way her body quivered in his arms still a fresh image on his mind’s canvas.

The tingle swept faster through Lily’s body as she felt Michael’s lips and tongue teasing, pleasing and exciting her toes.  The soft touch of his fingers snaking up and down her calves.  Half of her wanted to join in, to reciprocate in the pleasure giving.  But the state of halfwake still held her tight, making it impossible for her to move – keeping her a prisoner in the pleasure Michael was all too willing to give. Lily’s hand snaked down her own body – her fingertips teasing across her stomach as she lifted her hips, allowing her hand to creep down grazing over her swollen sensitive clit and down to her lips.  Still aching and sore from the pounding of the previous night, yet eagerly seeking her touch as she slipped a finger along and between her lips.  Parting them, allowing the cool air to her pussy and her warm juices to cling to her fingers as she moved them back to her clit.  Her soft moan cutting the air – the soft chime to accompany the pendulum beat of her quickening heart.

Michael climbed up on to the bed, kneeling between her legs.  A foot held in each hand, his thumbs gently circling the soles of her feet and stroking each toe in turn.  He bent forward, his lips brushing against the soft smooth skin of her legs.  He planted slow deliberate gentle kisses on her flesh.  His eyes fixed on her hand as it circled flicked and teased her aching clit in response and need to the pleasure being bestowed upon her.

Lily’s breathing quickened as she felt Michael’s breath moving slowly up her legs.  The sound of his breathing, the smack of his kisses mixing with her own soft, barely controlled sighs.  Her skin becoming more alive.  Little charges of electricity rushing through her as sleep drifted further into the past and the reality of how she was being awoken sank in.  She felt the pleasure of the tip of his tongue drifting over the back of her leg.  Running slowly up from the back of her knee to the crease where her leg gave way to her pert ass.  Michael’s eyes running over her body, caressing her in the same way as his hands and lips did.  He found the ticklish spot just under the cheek of her ass and slowly ran the tip of his tongue across her skin.  Smiling and laughing as he watched her buttocks quiver, her fingers pick up pace and pressure on her pussy and her moan become entwined with a giggle...
 

A little ditty for anyone else that wonders how Microsoft manage to make more than a dollar fifty a year!

Thanks, Bill!

“It looks like you’re trying to write a letter”
How’s it feel knowing an animated paper clip could do it so much better
And when inevitably you perform an illegal operation
He’ll just shut you down – Don’t expect any co-operation
When you restart the program, he’ll pretend to find a solution
And post some garbled message to add to your confusion
“Please download our latest updated patch”
Yes of course there will be a catch
They will email everyone you know
With a detailed list of the sites to which you go!
Next time you’re perusing in PC Shopper
Make sure you take a look that’s proper
At an alternative to the Microsoft world
Think about the last laptop you threw and hurled
And Bill, I’m writing this on a piece of your software
Please don’t pretend that you don’t know or care
Because you’ve closed me down three times or more
I don’t remember, but I’m sure the paperclip is keeping score!
 

Proud?

I stand on the edge of all reason
And see the man who has shaped all that I am
His shadow rising from the ground
His presence filling my ‘forever’
I can see the way he looked over me
The gaze only a father can give
The look I once took as hatred
I now see has tinges of green
I see the beginnings of a smile
And realise as he looked at me
What he saw was his own image
A reborn chance to be all he wanted to be
So the impossible dreams that I hold
Does he see as energy spent on wasted folly,
Or ambitions to which I can rise?
Would he have cast aside the loves that I lost,
Or made more of the ones that I found?
Would he have approved of all my choices,
And stood by me through right and wrong?
Am I a constant source of frustration,
Or have I done enough to make any man proud?

Touched

You’ve never felt the softness of my skin
Nor run your fingers along the hollow of my back
Our lips have never gently pressed together
Our tongues have not entwined
My skin remains unbroken by your fingernails
Sinking deep in the heady delight of lust
You’ve never kissed a tear from my cheek
Or felt your hand in mine
Yet still you touch me
Like no-one else ever can

three not so wonderful or happy shorties about how things can go so wrong - Once again, these in no way highlight my current state of mind or heart!

Lazy
Dinner wasn’t ready – I moaned
Your parents came over – I hid
Your headache reappeared – I sulked
Your problems felt a burden – I sighed
You watched the film – I didn’t
You washed the dishes – I left them to dry
You put them away – I smirked
You spoke – I didn’t listen
You didn’t listen – I didn’t speak
We got lazy – you packed
You slammed the door behind you – I didn’t notice!

Arrogance
There was an arrogance to you
A side I didn’t much like
Do what you want
Forget how I feel
Pretend you’re right
And hold that belief close
Because it’s all that you’re left with

Run of the mill
Our excitable giggles and laughter
Our full on flirting
Our never ending effort
Our desire to please
Our long steamy frantic sessions
Our running round the house naked
Have become run of the mill
Our shared interests
Extend to that of a shared surname
Your hand that once I loved to hold
Now has a ring to it that causes discomfort.

I wrote this a while ago and just want to say it in no way reflects my current state of mind xxx

I Am What I Am, I Am All That You See

Feelings slipping slowly inside
Reminding me of that night that you cried
Empty hollowness being replaced
With a lingering love tinted with your taste

Burning desires to appease
Simply wanting just to please
To paint that smile upon your face
And be engulfed by your charm and grace

Giving just to be who I need to be
I am what I am, I am all that you see
The bad and the good, the weak and the strong
With an increasing need just to belong

Emotions crashing from all directions
The spotlight highlights my imperfections
So when you see me struggling inside my melt
Just remember what its like and how you felt!

If ever you wonder why I'm always there... xoxo

16 Reasons

A comforting cuddle within your care
The soft sanctuary within your sigh
A lingering love held within your laugh
And a melting moment in your mwah

A bouncing brightness in your ‘hi baby’
The rush that resonates from your rainbow love
A candy covered closeness in your kiss
And a pounding pulchritude in your play

A turmoil that tears at me in your tears
The feeling that follows me from your funk
A downcast darkness in me from your down days
And a never known before nearness when you need me

A heartfelt wholeness when you hold my hand
The whoosh of wow from your whispers
A doubtless determination to meet your desires
And the limitless length of my loyalty

16 reasons that say it all
16 reasons that hold me close
16 reasons that will always ensure
I am, forever yours

Not actually a word in the dictionary - but if it were, 'heartgone' would be defined as that point of being in love where you give your heart completely without even realising its happened.

Heartgone

I had it here
I distinctly remember
It was where I always keep it
Sometimes it misbehaved
The odd burn
A slight murmur
But it was always here
Gently beating
Sometimes pounding
Softly melting
The next time I looked
It had wandered away
I’d felt it slipping
Noticed it sliding
But never thought I’d lose it
And now I’m heartgone
I like the way it feels
And if anyone
Was going to make me that way
I’m glad it was you
Even if you didn’t want it
You’ve got it
So please look after it
And cherish it
The way I would cherish yours

For anyone feeling in a funk and down - Always know that somewhere, there is someone who will do what ever they can to give you back your happiness!

Cuddle the Kicked Cat

Another day that stunk
Free falling headlong into your funk
Feeling low
Body go slow

A deep sigh
A long cry
Kick the cat
Regret you did that

Can’t pick the mood up
Holding a half empty cup
Heavy air upon your shoulders
Every task's like pushing boulders

But as low as you get
Remember you’re not beaten yet
Somewhere there is hope
Someone wants to help you cope

If they could they would bake
A tasty lemon and raspberry cake
And take it to your door
Just to see you smile once more

They would spend their hours
Picking you the prettiest flowers
To get a sparkle back in your eye
To wave your blues good bye

They’d take all your pain
Again and again
And do it all just for you
To stop you feeling blue

Feel their tender kiss
Lifting you from your abyss
Feel their hug
And feel warm and snug

Know that they love and care
Know they are always there
Know you’re not alone
Deep inside your darkest zone

And as you cuddle the kicked cat
They will be there just to hold and chat
And while ever you’re still crying
They will never stop trying!

Not sure myself if I liked my last one, so I'm reverting to type sooner rather than later!

Favorite!

Never ending pleasure in your company
And a pounding heart that melts
Whatever you say and do will always lift my happiness
That’s why I know its true
You’ll always be my favorite!

You will always hold a piece
Of the jigsaw that is me
Unrivalled in your ability to make me feel complete
Rest assured, I’ll never walk away
Every time you need me, I’ll be there

Growing passion, want and feelings
Realizing I’m falling
Ever deeper, ever further
And developing a stronger desire
To remain - loyal, and yours
!
x
o
x
o

I think i must have taken a trip in Keyser's mind to come up with this one! - A tad darker than my usual style, but I'm sure normal service will be resumed shortly!

God Gave Me a Bell Tower

I’m sick of my feelings
And I’m sick of my failings
So this time I make it to the top
God gave me a bell tower
And God gave me a quad
He gave them for a reason
So I know that for me and my A-K
Things will be OK
The guys at the gun club will act with surprise
And in the interviews will hide their suspicion
That they thought I had a mission
To awaken my sleepy small town
The crying girl says I kept myself to myself
But that’s what happens
When no-one wants to be your friend
God gave me a bell tower
And God gave me a quad
So that I no longer have to be
The quiet boy that sat behind you in class
There are one hundred and four steps
I know because I’ve climbed them before
Each and every one except the last
But this time it’s different
I’ve had one knock too many
One rejection too far
God gave me a bell tower
And God gave me a quad
And He told me I’d need more than a rope
Or a single bullet
To exact my final revenge
The note in my pocket blames too many to mention
Yet I mention them all anyway
Through the tears and the fury
I squeeze the trigger seemingly indiscriminately
But if it’s all just at random
Why do those that receive
The searing heat of the bullet
Know that He is on my side
God gave me a bell tower
And God gave me a quad
So that every shot could find its intended
Including, from very short range
The last…

I looked back over old blogs I'd posted, and realised it was almost six months since I sang the praises of some of the fine ladies I've met in Yuvu - So i thought it was time to do another, and raise my cyber glass to 12 wonderful ladies - Thanks to each and every one of you for: (delete as applicable)
your friendship, the laughs, the shows, the love, the care, the melting and pounding heart, being there when I need you and wanting me to be there when you need someone too.  Its an hono(u)r to know you all!  There are others I could have included, but I kinda liked the title so I had to stop at 12, and to those not mentioned a big hug and a sowwy! xxx

The Delicious Dazzling Dozen

I’ll soon be turning forty
And when I do
I’ll still be crazy
For LittleBitNaughty

If I said I wanted a cake it’d be a lie
But I do want a big party
And I want to blow out my candles
From off the body of Apple Pie

It’ll be a great do with everybody there
I’ll have singers and dancers
And a special appearance
From a HotPolarBear

All the guests will undoubtedly be sexy
With movie star looks
But the best smile will belong
To the wonderful Exy

I don’t want the party to be a sham
And without her there
It could well be
So welcome to the party GAM!

Everyone special will be invited, more or less
Everyone I’ve ever befriended
And it wouldn’t the same
Without SDS

And if one person isn’t there, I’ll miss her
With her smiling face
And lifted top
I mean of course Melissa

If the weather turns dark and rainy
We can run indoors
And if you’re lucky get a seat
Right next to Janey

Whatever happens, we won’t need the telly
There’s someone far more entertaining
We can all turn around
And watch our very own Jelly

I’m hoping someone from a far would come and see
The finale to the party as I close the microwave door
And intently watch the egg inside
Think you’d make the journey Mrs BB?

I’ve met some lovely ladies here in Yuvu
Ones I’m proud to call my friends
And am always glad to see
And yes, that includes you too Tru

Time for a mention just once again
(Now my poem is over
And the party planned)
For my very special LBN

And now the poem’s over, wouldn’t I feel just a little bit silly
If I’d missed out someone I really shouldn’t
Someone who could inflict some pain upon me
Oh Yeah! Fuck! Sorry Dilli!

mwah xxx

Another sacrificial gesture lol

Living With The Zebras

We keep our ‘Z’ locked up in the zoo,
Sharing the same pen as the Zebra.
We didn’t even allow it, for reasons I’ll never know,
To play the Xylophone, or partake in a love or hate of foreigners.

We keep our ‘Z’ savage and exiled with the Zulus,
Not allowing it to live life to the full, or feel itself to be zaftig.
Barred from multiplying on the Xerox machine,
No wonder it sleeps its life away zzz while other letters kiss and hug x o.

Our ‘S’ is over used - scurrying sharpishly,
Settling squabbles and making single things more.
For these reasons, I’m a convert,
And have realized that some words need reorganizing.

Time to give the ‘S’ a rest, and let the ‘Z’ run free.
Its bad enough it’s stuck in 26th place,
Under utilizing it just adds to its shame.
So arise my Lazy ‘Z’ and take your place with pride.

Buzz and zip around, put the fizz in my drink,
Say hi to Zoe, and start to socialize.
Be brazen, just to emphasize that you’re here.
Zed’s not dead baby, Zed’s not dead!

Suburbia

It dawned on me one day when I woke at dawn and thought of you
That the cul-de-sac in my mind I set aside for emotions to explore
Had been developed and had grown into a gated community
Where my feelings were given more space to play
Yet were still tucked safely away, kept in check and controlled
But I couldn’t deny what I felt, and continued to grant planning permission
Allowing the small estate to spread and become suburbia
At first I was scared, but soon grew to realise it was an awesome place to be
As I allowed my tender side, and how it felt, to run free
No longer confined and reserved for special moments
My suburbia became a beautiful place, moulded in your image
My heart loves those alleys and avenues
And the journey to the statue built in your honor!
And as I spend another lazy day enjoying downtown thoughtsville
I look up at the rainbow in the sky
And hope I never have to build a new town.

A special dedication to my Nawty American Dream - When you get to the end, I hope you realize how hard writing this was, and the sacrifice I've made!!!!! xoxo

Goodbye You! xoxo

I never thought I’d do what I’m about to do
I never thought I’d let go
Of what, throughout the time I’ve known you
I’ve always held so dear
But sometimes, sacrifices need to be made
To prove a point and demonstrate
Exactly how I feel
I’ve always said I love you
Enough to let you go
So with a deep breath
A tear in my eye
I wish you all the best
And bid to you farewell
As the time has come at last
For me to say goodbye to you.
But not before I clear up
A minor misunderstanding
A confusion caused
Between the spoken and written word
You see its not you I’m willing to be without
It’s the letter ‘U’ to whom I’m saying goodbye
As I thank you with a smile on my face
And say I’m honored I found favor
And I’m glad you put seven colors in my life!

Part Three of the Sc hool Yard Love Trilogy - set in time before parts one and two, but if its good enough for Star Wars, its good enough for me!

Alison Is A Slapper I.D.S.T

I stand in the bus shelter waiting for the bus we used to catch together
My mind drifts back a couple of years, to when it was first repainted
I remember the sparkle in your eye, the smile on your face
When you carved our names in the love heart
And right alongside, wrote – I.D.S.T.
If Destroyed Still True – did that mean anything to you?
Clearly not as all too soon you wouldn’t return my calls
Or my Blancmange 12” Single - Living on the Ceiling
Now seven other love hearts surround ours
Each and every name partially obliterated.
I wonder how it felt with Gary, Garry, Mark and Wayne
Danny, Kev and Scuzzo – who sounds particularly nice by the way!
I wonder if you broke each heart like you did mine
Or if one of them managed to find yours to leave their scar.
What other items on loan, did you keep as your own
As you fail to understand the concept of giving anything back
I take out my keys and add my own mark to the bus shelter wall
‘Alison is a slapper – I.D.S.T.’
My mark on your love life finally made!
A smile on my face, I board the bus
clutching my replacement Blancmange 12”
That I know I only bought to remind me of you

Part Two of the Sc hool Yard Love Trilogy

A poem about the phone call you should never make...

Can I Please Have Back My Lacoste Harrington Jacket

Before you ask, yes I’ve had a few beers
And yes I know it’s been twenty odd years
I’ll cut straight to the point of the reason for my call
You see I’m phoning and I’m willing to beg and crawl
But can I please have back my Lacoste Harrington jacket
It was in damn good nick and now it’ll be worth a packet
And I really wanna sell it on E-bay
So whatever you do please don’t say
That you threw it out or gave it charity
It wasn’t yours to give, it belongs to me
I know it never really fitted
And the cuffs were looking slightly pitted
But you see small sizes are in
Cos people are pretending they’re really thin
What do you mean what jacket? You know the one
It’s the one with the crocodile on!
And while you’re at it and going to the post
What I really want back the most
Is my Joy Division Single ‘Atrocity Exhibition’
You can keep the ones I gave you by The Mission
I never really liked them, they were just a phase
And their unmelodic rifts leave me cold these days
Yes you’re right, I didn’t call about the coat
And please don’t think I called to gloat
I just read your post on friendsreunited.co.uk
And I just wanted to know if you were ok
About the divorce and losing the house
And whether you miss the kidz, the dog and your spouse
You know, if you’re ever at a loose end
And it’s easier than going to the post office with my things to send
I could call round and share a bottle of wine
Chat about the old times and roll back time
Yes, I know it’s been twenty odd years
But lately we’ve both shed our fair share of tears
So what do you say, is your wall of resistance falling?
What’s that? What do you mean who’s this calling? ….

Part One of the Sc hool Yard love Trilogy

A poem for the first person's name everyone wrote on their pencil case!


Facebook Fucked My Ch ildhood Memories

It started in our final year when we were at sch ool
I was the class swot and everyone thought you were cool
You spent your lessons on the field smoking and french kissing
I would never go cos of all the work that I’d be missing
You had 10 B&H and a Walkman that could play your cassette
They were expensive and my mum said I couldn’t have one yet
So all I had was my prefect badge and a Parker pen
So its no real surprise when you think about it then
That looking back – we really weren’t compatible
Looking back – that’s kind of undeniable
Yet still somehow we sought each other out
I played it cool, I didn’t scream and shout
Your name out loud, just wrote it on the side of my Adidas bag
And inevitably 6 months later added the word ‘slag!’
While I was busy revising for our final ‘O’ level Mock
You called time on us and spelt out the final tick, the final tock
Yet twenty three years later you still added me to my Facebook
I guess it saved me the trouble of having to look
To see if you had a profile so I could see how you’d changed
To see if you had a husband and k.ids that look slightly deranged
We swapped a few messages and spoke of the old times
About my good boy image and your minor crimes
And then all about that night after the sc hool disco
And I remember you laughed thinking about how far you’d let me go
But the trouble was, that wasn’t with me, I had to catch the earlier bus
And you fell out with me for kicking off and making such a fuss
About an unfaithful fumble twenty odd years ago with a lad neither of us could remember
But if it means so little, how do I know it was 1984 the 18th of December
I know cos it’s the same night I fell in love and you became the one I’d never forget
My ch ildhood sweetheart – but am I yours? 'No' is what I’m willing to bet
I remember the night, clear as yesterday, so fresh in my mind
You looked like Madonna, only prettier and more kind
It flooded back how you held my hand and kissed me in full view
Happy to let everyone know that you were with me and I was there with you
Now Facebook has fucked up my ch ildhood and the memories that lie there
Thinking of you lying there, lying to me and knowing now you didn’t care
But I keep you on my friends list and send the occasional fun wall post
'Cos of all the things that happened back then, you were the one that mattered the most.

Written in the interests of fairness and equality to represent the flip side of "fucked up whisper" about the type of person that makes the trolls and asses who they are.  Possibly a little controversial in the eyes of some, and maybe not a friends winning poem with others, but I'd like to see your comments - good and bad.

The Hype In The Head Of The Show Cam Girl

You turn on your cam and love what the guys type
Swim in your swoon and believe all the hype
Thinking you were who Warhol had in his head
When his ’15 minute’ words he famously said

Up the rankings, up the ratings, a minor celebrity
Dragged along into believing the crap of the yuvu mentality
As you’re a big hit with the trolls and the asses
Thinking you’ll also appeal to the real world masses

Finally feeling what the pretty girls feel
As they’re on the pull on a Saturday for real
But if you’re as good as you think why do you cam alone
Surrounded by no-one and in possession of a never ringing phone

You’ve got the disease of the hype in the head of the show cam girl
Stand up take a bow and give us a twirl
Breathe in the comments and adulation
Turn on their cams and fawn in their self fornication

Your shyness gone, your ego extended
Name added to a friends list cos it won’t be remembered
Then without warning you start to block and turn on your fans
Too big for your boots, they’re now too small for your plans

But take my advice to lap it up and have a blast
Drink in the moment and be sure to make it last
Cos I’ll tell you now, give it a week, if you’re lucky two
Before the trolls find another girl - uncannily like you!

Dedicated to someone who is a little bit more than a somebody xoxo



Rainbow Love

Someday you will have a someone
Who is a little bit more than a somebody
Who will shine a stream of light
Like a drop of sun through the clouds
And into your heart
Where it will slowly simmer
And melt all that surrounds
Your sunbeam doing battle
With the tears it tries to replace
You’ll feel the rainbow love deep inside
Beautiful and real
But just out of reach
And you’ll hold it there
You won’t let it go
You’ll be comforted by its presence
And then you’ll smile
You’ll feel your heart beat again
Like you never thought it would
The frosty angst
The cold tears and emptiness
Evaporate allowing your rainbow to feed
To become stronger
And generate a warmth in your soul
That you know is there to stay
That you know you’ll never want to lose
And your heart and mind
That you thought could never love again
Will be reborn, awakened from their slumber
By a love like no other
Feeding on your honesty and respect
Feeding on your trust and loyalty
Growing ever stronger, ever brighter
Swelling your happiness
And your love of life
Each smile they paint upon your face
Will feel like so much more
Each word they utter
Will be hung upon
And hours in their company pass like seconds
As you feed your need for more
Each tear they cry
Will be swiftly kissed away
Each problem they have
Will be taken as if it’s your own
No minute will ever be wasted
And another never sought so swiftly
I know its true, I know its real
I know that it exists
I’ve seen the shine
I’ve felt the stream
And now I hold those seven colours
Like I’ll never let them go
So when you know that that somebody
Is a little bit more than a someone
Open your heart to the shaft of light
Feel the sun they drop into your soul
And say hello
To your rainbow love


 

Today's Not A Day To Be Disloyal

My hip suffers a sharp and excruciating pain
If I venture out for too long in the rain
And my pollen allergy sure ain’t fun
If I ever plan a full day out in the sun
Thunder and lightening isn’t good for my weak and jumpety heart
The valves and pumps are just one loud crash from ripping apart
And if I spend too long in an unfamiliar bed
I’m bound to wake up with a painful throb in my head
A long trip in my car triggers my agoraphobia
But then again, it could be my claustrophobia
I’m never sure which would take over and the other surpass
When I’m trapped in a small box made mainly of glass
I looked at the forecast that said sunny spells and showers
The pollen counts high so beware of the flowers
Thunder storms expected later at night
All these things considered, I knew I was right
To stay at home and log on to my MSN
And just wait for you to log on again
My car can stay locked safely in the garage
As once again my thoughts of being disloyal I discourage
I’ll avoid the sun. I’ll avoid the rain
I’ll stay away from the storm clouds that are building again
I’ll avoid the traffic jam and the tricky one way system
Stay away from the other girls and be pleased I didn’t kiss them
I’ll sleep soundly in my own familiar bed
And I’ll wake in the morning with a clear uncluttered head
I knew today, like any other, wasn’t the day to be disloyal
I’d rather be alone and feel my love for you simmer and boil!

Somewhere

Somewhere there’s a place
Where when you think of happiness you see my face
Somewhere there’s a world
Where feelings can be recognised and unfurled
Somewhere there’s a universe
Where you’d melt as you read my poems and verse
Somewhere there’s a time
Where our passion would feel sublime

But we live in the here and present
Where my moon on a stick isn’t full it’s a crescent
But I still look beyond at the heavens above
And thank whoever’s there for giving you my love
I hold what I can in our circumstances
Always there willing to take my chances
Because to hold just a little bit of your heart
Keeps me alive in our worlds apart

Absence

I twist and turn in your absence
Longing for your distant touch
That shields me from my sorrow
And offers you sanctuary from your own

My heart has never seen, and my love has never felt
Therefore my feelings must surely be more real
Than when they are clouded by my senses
And the way they lie to my shallow trusting mind

You offer a touch more real than an emotionless embrace
A kiss more passionate than a strangers lips
A heart more giving than one in which I have no interest
And fingers more entwined than with a hand I don’t care to hold

So although I twist and turn in your absence
And long for your distant touch
I feel the pull that holds us together
And I don’t doubt what is real

"A 22-year-old mother has been found guilty of leaving her son alone for the entire weekend while she went partying with her boyfriend." (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/7438882.stm)

Chav!

You may think me a bigot but I bet I’m right

That you’re out on the piss every Saturday night

And that you walk to the shop with each foot in a pink fluffy slipper

But it’s not to buy food for your sad hungry nipper

It’s to buy cheap cider and 20 regal king size

And a bar of chocolate to keep the weight on your fat thighs.

You keep your dog in the yard on a piece of string

Often forgetting you even own the poor thing

And you bring down the reputation of your estate

With your knackered Ford Cortina and a broken front gate

And the Cortina’s propped up on bricks

Because the punctured tyre you cant be bothered to fix

Take yourself off for a weekend to escape the stress

Leave your 2 year old kid to wallow in his own mess

And don’t take responsibility for your own actions

Pretend to be amazed by the public’s reactions

You don’t deserve a thing you have

You dirty scummy bad mother chav!