Sometimes

07/11/2008 by admin.

Sometimes when I look at you

I wish that we had said I do

Before the chance so fleeting hid

In future now we’ll say we did

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The best laid plans of mice and men

Sadly to four winds cast again

But this time when they’ve had their fun

Finally we’ll be as one

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The way you tantalise, enthral

Motivation to walk tall

No man has ever been desired

In ways so utterly inspired

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Your natural unaffected sense

Of how to make this man immense

To make him finally believe

In what he thought he could achieve

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Leave others standing, floundering

Just what it is you’re wondering

You know what deep dark thoughts I crave

Of how on earth you should behave

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The finest hidden details shared

By just us two, my soul I’ve bared

Let you in where no-one’s been

Such dark desires lie unseen

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You have the power now, my minx

To give me force, perhaps to jinx

But how beautifully we’ve exposed

Innermost secrets juxtaposed

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To trust each other above all

Heightens passion, mating call

To give yourself so totally

Obeying unequivocally

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 Will ensure lifelong happiness

Fulfilled, obsessive loving bliss

I am yours and yours alone

With passion still not fully grown

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Obsession gives us inner depth

Unbending, exquisite, gentle strength

Our love’s protected, seminal

Our tenderness most sensual

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Your private wantonness excites

Urges me to greater heights

Pure carnal exclusivity

Shamelessness in secrecy

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Love’s sweet surrender long ago

When you promised never to say no

Empowered me to greater need

To pleasure you, always succeed

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To own each other is perfection

Now we’ve made our life selection

We surround our love with warm elation

And cross the path to adoration

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We’ve made our rules, of what’s allowed

Unto each other we’ve avowed

To worship, idolise, adore

To please the other for evermore

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When day dawns finally to wed

And dusk will take us to our bed

Before our married life uncover

Be my wife, but stay my lover

                                   

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Neither beautiful nor practical…

07/11/2008 by admin.

You never see it coming, the one that’s meant for you

But old wives tales and sayings? ‘Bout nothing much ado!

It’s all part of life’s rich pattern, worse things happen at sea

But I was caught quite unawares with my epiphany

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For no apparent reason, of nothing apropos

A little thought was triggered from the archives down below

We were sitting at the table one freezing winter morn

I minding my own business whilst still stifling a yawn

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She looked across the Cheerios and sort of eaten toast

And in between the questions about bills and Sunday roast

She said, “Have you seen this article they’ve written recently?

It’s the modern noughties woman’s guide to minimal feng shui.”

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I tried to feign indifference, of hearty breakfast make the most

And dream of vestal virgins long since headed for the coast

But she wasn’t having any and persisted with her theme

Allowing no flirtation with Gary Brooker’s shaded dream

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“It says these days our houses are overburdened now with stuff

Ephemera, knick-knacks, mementos and carpets full of fluff

To move on to the future, why, there cannot be a doubt

If it’s neither beautiful nor practical we should simply throw it out.”

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In amongst the hectoring, something struck a chord

Mere raising of an eyebrow but inside the lion roared

Are there any limits? To exactly what extent?

Is it just confined, my dear, to inanimate content?

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And then, by God, it started; the flicker became a flame

Before long an inferno, a passion none could tame

What on earth am I doing, going along with this?

Endless witty put downs and subtle taking of piss.

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The human soul is powerful, a fortress seldom breached

And man is like an island, we’ve often heard it preached

But man is also helpless and open to abuse    

His head rests on your pillow rather better than in your noose

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His strength comes from togetherness, not confidence undermined

Life’s not a competition, wife! To complement, we’re designed

But it would have fallen on deaf ears, this flogging of dead horse

And just for now I’ll be the one who’ll exhibit true remorse

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Repent at leisure, a dish served cold and other hackneyed verse

Empty advice from so-called friends will often make it worse

There’s nothing new to be acquired from satellite above

The answer, old friend, was blowing in the wind; it’s just respect and love

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How apposite were Cheerios, I should have looked them up

In dictionary or book of words, or leaves in old tea cup

When lovin’s gone bad, there’s no goin’ back to what you had before

We had good times, it’s true, my dear, before we went to war

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Before we lose the will to live, I’ll knock this on the head

But don’t be bitter, sad, or regret I’m no more in her bed

To stay together at all costs should be declared a crime

Just thank God I had the sense to leave you in your prime.

 

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