Detatched

I did

What you wanted

I took you

To the brink

But you

Should know

That down below

I never

Felt a thing

Mouthy

You think

You’re so clever

You think

You know it all

Well let’s see

How smart you are

With your back

Against the wall

Self-Stimulation

I’m not here

For your pleasure

I don’t exist

To be your toy

As from now,

Myself,

I have reclaimed

For me alone

To enjoy

Baby Steps

Why don’t

We leave now

He said

Let’s get a bus,

Taxi or walk

We won’t

Be having sex

She said

But I’d love it

If we could talk

Besotted

For getting me

To agree

You always seemed

To have the knack

But I’ve been moving on

All summer long

And now I know

I’ll never look back

Sleight Of Hand

What do we have here?

He said 

Hand snaking

Towards his crotch 

I really can’t be arsed 

She said 

So I’ll just sit here

And watch

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

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

Disappointment

I wanted
Your hands
To feel
Like his

To have one
More night
Of unbridled
Bliss

But as soon
As we touched
Let alone
Kissed

I knew
From now on
It would feel
Like this

Back In Business

I often think

Of that night

And how events

Proceeded

Because being seduced

Was the confidence boost

That I so sorely

I needed

I’ve Met Your Sort Before

I’ll sleep with you

When I’m good and ready

So don’t come around here

All hot and heavy

Thinking your patter

Will trick me to bed

You see all that talk

I’ve heard before

And believe you me

I know the score

So never again

Can I be misled

The Local Lothario

I couldn’t get a photo

She said

But I promise you, it’s true

She was there legs akimbo

Lips stuck to his like glue

I cannot quite believe it

She said

He just doesn’t seem the type

But now that you have seen it

Does it live up to the hype?

Let me put it this way

She said

From the look upon her face

I think it would be safe to say

He doesn’t get many complaints!

Both Ways

One million men

Could lay in my bed

But you’d still be the one

Stuck in my head

Even if I tried

A million women instead

I wouldn’t even be vaguely

Interested

Needs

We may never be

The perfect match

Yet you are an itch

I just love to scratch

Miscommunication

When I whispered

In your ear

Perhaps it wasn’t

Very clear

I never said

Let’s meet again

In fact I said

Let’s just be friends

I Won’t Be Back

Although

We’ve spent

The night

Together

We’ll forever be

Apart

For your body

May well

Have given

Me pleasure

But you’ll

Never have

My heart

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