Butterflies

I can’t wait

To see you next

And hear you

Say my name

To feel

Your touch

To say

Too much

And to fall in love

Again

See You Again Soon

Thank you

For being

Nice to me

Thank you

For being

So kind

I’ll keep

What you said

Inside

My head

And leave

All the shit

Behind

Pure Gallus

You may think

Your cheeky wink

Was both charming

And flirtatious

Yet your inane smile

And attempt to beguile

Tested nothing

But my patience

The Holiday Romance

You’d better

Get them off

She said

Come on now

Don’t be shy

It won’t be long

Until the end of the song

And we’ll both

Be saying goodbye

Incompatible

I love to spend

Time with you

Just chatting

Is so much fun

But if I think

Of us both in bed

All I can see

Inside my head

Is how quickly

That spark

Would be gone

Clear From The Off

Love’s young dream 

This is not 

Nor is it

A fairy tale

It’s a bunk up,

Of sorts,

Fuelled by lust,

Of course,

Along with a few yards of ale

Afternoon Delights

“Oh, how I’ve missed this”

She said

Running her hands

Through his hair

That he wasn’t the first

Of the day for her

Was neither here

Nor there

What An (Ass)ignation

And so

It’s farewell

On the longest

Night ever

For we must

Now part ways

At this break

In the weather

And although

Seeing you

Truly was

A pleasure

I know not

To repeat

Such a foolish

Endeavour

The Wrong Tree

It’s nice to see

How you are with me

Is in no way chauvinistic

But as for your chance

When it comes to romance

I wouldn’t be too optimistic

Summer Holidays

Thank fuck

She said

I’m getting away

I couldn’t take it

Another day

I’m so happy

He said

You’re visiting me

As I’ll help you forget,

Easily

That Wins Me Over

There’s no need

For anything fancy

Or to reinvent

The wheel

Because it won’t be

What you say to me

But how

You make me feel

Fuelling The Fire

I’m glad that I

Went out tonight

And had myself

A jolly old time

I know it didn’t

Set alight

Your social life

But it certainly

Fired up mine

Nightlife

Sneaking outside

For a cheeky cigarette

I catch your eye

And swiftly regret

That I said

I’d go home with him

Creeping back inside

And to the bar

I see you again

Peering from afar

And I know

That it’s sink or swim


It’s your hair at first

That grabs my attention

But when I see your face

I know my intention

Is to take you back 

To mine

And as I watch you again

When you walk back in

Standing at the bar

Ordering a drink

I know it’s just 

A matter of time

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

Freshers Week

As she wound her way

To the dancefloor

With a drink held tight

In each hand

I knew there and then

That we’d be friends

In ways no-one else

Would understand

Ann’s Summer

As she eyed it up

She wondered 

If she could connect 

With such a machine

You should put that back

Advised her friend 

As you don’t know 

Where it’s been

(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)

You Coming?

If only I looked

And felt okay

Then I’d be there

Without delay

But as it is

It’s been a pretty bad day

So I’ll stay in and wish

My life away

The Game

With his winning charm

And heart of valour

He led her home

Where he knew he’d have her

With her flowing hair

And knowing grin

She followed him home

Where she knew she’d win

Until Dinnertime

It’s never as bad

As you think it’ll be

All sitting around

The Christmas tree

As long as you have

A beer, or two

To dull the pain

And see you through

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