Erotic

Erotic

Do you know what turns you on?

Is it a lady, with a furry thong?

The slightest peek of soft white breast?

Or just a nipple, poking through a vest?

Big black eyes? Or bright red lips?

Someone that is good with whips?

The smoothness of a fresh shaved quimm?

Someone that is really thin?

Do you need a mask and lead?

To satisfy your special need?

Being tied up on your bed?

Doing it in the garden shed?

Big hard slaps on your bum?

Raspberry's blown on your tum?

An alabaster arse slipping from the covers,

Makes me glad that we are lovers.

April 2018

Summer

Summer

We love to see the sun come out,

It makes us smile to go round-a-bout.

To go and play out in the sun,

We're full of joy and fun, fun, fun.

Singing birds up in the trees,

Beautiful flowers blow in the breeze.

Green, green grass to roll about,

Oh, to laugh and scream and shout.

We hope that summer never ends,

So we can play with our friends.

March 2018

My Friend

My Friend

I've known you now for quite a while,

Your little giggles make me smile.

It's like you know all the best jokes,

All the laughs we'd have, if you spoke.

You bounce around like nothings wrong,

Enjoying life, just one great song.

But sadly now, it's the end,

I hope in life that we were friends.

Now you've gone to a better place,

I bet there's a smile upon your face.

So laugh and bounce my old friend,

Now your body's free again.

For BM November2017

How'd you Feel

How'd you Feel

I'd like to tell you how I feel today

With both my hands, I hear you say. Not just

The left, or just the right. I use them both

To squeeze you tight. When your freezing, or if

Your sneezing. There, to make you feel alright.

November 2017

Oh you Beauty

Oh you Beauty

Oh you beauty,

You little cutie.

In your brown suit so fine,

I hope you'll be mine.

In your bed of Snow White,

I can't wait till tonight.

Under your blood red sheet,

I can't wait for this treat.

You make me so mannish,

My fish finger sandwich!

Long ago

Life

Life

Life is like a sewing.

Sewing begins with a blank cloth,

As does life.

Life, builds one step at a time.

Sewing, one stitch at a time.

Life, walking, then running.

Sewing, a stitch, then a row.

Life, slowly growing into a family.

Sewing, into a pattern.

Both vibrant and joyful,

Growing in size and shape.

Both reaching their pinnacle,

Then slowly fading.

Life and thread ebbing away.

Colours fade as the seasons,

Until the leaves fall,

And the pattern book shuts.

For BB March 2018

House

House

Turn the key, open the door,

Step onto the hallway floor,

Mind the dogs and the Brompton too.

Dash

        Up

             Stairs

                       To

                            The

                                   Loo

On the left the bedroom,

Close the door, don't have a look,

Look out the window, there's a rook.

Across the landing, there's the potty

Plenty of paper if you get snotty,

A little room, it's quite grotty,

There's a mandolin up on the wall,

Just in case you're in for the long haul.

Back

Down         

Stairs                  

To the                          

Hall                                   

Into the lounge, the room for all,

The dogs are chasing a rubber ball,

Flying furniture, it's a squall.

So into the kitchen, for a cuppa.

Why don't you stay for supper?

February 2018