COCKNEY COURTING
A Very Nice Boat Race
Barnet Fair Blonde
And Army And Navy
Great Long Ham And Eggs
Right Up To Her Blade Of Grass
Firm Flat New Delhi
And Big Threepenny Bits
The Knowing Look In Her Mince Pies
Stirs My Hampton Wick
We Head Up The Apples And Pears
To The My Uncle Ned
I Remove Her Early Doors
To Cop A Butchers Hook
At Her Jack And Danny
Then Get Her On Her Biscuits And Cheese
Taking Her From The Hammer And Tack
For A Quick Donald Duck
WHEN I LOOK
When I look at Dawny
I get really horny
When I look at Candy
I get really randy
When I look at Sue
My loins go ooh
When I look at Sharon
I get the biggest hard on
When I look at Sarah
I just want to have her
When I look at Clair
I picture her bare
When I look at Tina
I couldn’t be any keener
When I look at Suzie
My head goes woozy
When I look at Nicki
I get a little sticky
When I look at Steffi
I get a little stiffy
When I look at Brenda
I have my own agenda
When my wife sees me look
I’m in her bad book
MISSED OPERTUNITIES AND CONQUESTS
It is said that a woman
Never forgets the men she could have had
While a man
Never forgets the women that he couldn't
I’m not sure that’s true
Well not in my case anyway
For me I never forget the girls I could have had
I’m not sure either if too much soul searching is good for a person
Looking back always tends to be done through rose tinted spectacles
So it’s probably best not to dwell too much
On missed opportunities
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Brenda
Braw Brenda from the glens
With the roundest most perfect bottom
I have ever seen
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Stephanie
Stunning little Steffie
Her small buttocks incased in her jodhpurs
The most beautiful creature I ever held in my arms
She would hug me and bury her head in my chest
The smell of her hair was heaven
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Lisa
Lisa with the perfect combination
Of come to bed eyes and a gaping blouse
If I knew then what I know now
I would have asked out Joanne
Jo the brunette from marketing
With the perfect tan
And the beautiful white toothed smile
All of these wonderful girls
Could have been mine
But at the time I couldn’t read the signs
My eyesight now has began to fail
Along with my appeal
But no regrets
Because decisions made
Rightly or wrongly
Made me who I am today
And anyway it wasn’t all bad
I haven’t led a celibate life
There were girls in my life
Little Clair at the disco kissing in the dark
When we left we made love in the park
Nicky all tits and dimples from the golf club
Reassuringly curvaceous in all the right places
We made love on the eighteenth green
Fiona more mature than her years
Jacky the older woman twenty years my senior
Seducing me in a Dublin hotel
Jail bait Gaynor the horny little cow
Jo with the deep voice but no Adams apple
Big mo with the well filled blouse
Joan the Irish fun bundle
Joanne a Willowy woman
Willing and welcoming
With the 18 inch waist
And the 40 inch bust
Dawn from Glasgow who I couldn’t understand
The only word I could make out was yes
Denise my best friend’s stepsister
Yvonne cute and naive
Doreen who people unkindly called plain
Plain and freckled with the chestnut hair
And the eyes that smiled
Debbie well everyone’s had a Debbie
Pat in the stockroom
Sue the slapper just about everywhere
Ellie at the Christmas party
And the three sisters who must remain nameless
So I haven’t had an empty life
IN THE AFTERGLOW
She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand
KISSING COUSINS
It was on a family holiday in Spain
When I was seventeen and my cousin was fifteen
Karen had followed me around with puppy dog eyes
For as long as I could remember
But had suddenly become aware of her sexuality
And Karen flirted with me outrageously
From the moment we set off for the airport
But I wasn’t really interested
I already had a steady girlfriend plus a spare or two
So I tried my best to ignore her
But that was easier said than done
When she spent most of the day in a scanty bikini
And she was extremely fit and flaunted it
So I weakened after all I was only seventeen
I took my chance one afternoon
When our parents had gone off on a visit somewhere
A vineyard or monastery or shrine somewhere
I made an excuse and stayed at the apartment
I knew Karen was up for it when she did the same
Once the parents were well on their way
I walked into her bedroom wearing only a towel
She was stood with her back to me
And was wearing only black satin underwear
Matching pants and camisole
I knew she had borrowed them
Because I caught a glimpse of her mum in them
The day we arrived at the resort
I walked up behind her and dropped my towel
Wrapped my arm around her
Her arms aliped over mine and she leant back into me
And hugged me back my loins responded immediately
And my erection was quickly digging into her back
I inclined my head and kissed her
She responded and our tongues explored each others mouths
Squeezing each other tightly
Then I released my grip on her
Resting my hands lightly on her waist
As I moved slowly onto my knees
She visibly trembled as my fingerers found her panties
And I hooked them inside the waistband
I pulled her satin knickers over her slim hips
They slipped with ease against her silky skin
And over her tight young cheeks
Then they tumbled quickly to her ankles
I kissed the small of her back
My lips brushing the downy hairs
And then I fondled her perfect round cheeks
I moved my hands up onto her hips as I stood
Then they moved across her soft flat belly
And upwards beneath her camisole
And cupped her firm little breasts
Teasing her nipples to erection
I kissed the nape of her neck, still caressing her breasts
Then I whispered in her ear
And she pulled her camisole off over her head
Naked and blushing she turned to look at me
And I kissed her mouth eagerly
Then I pushed her gently forward
So she would kneel on the bed
Then my hands moved back to her hips
As I bent her over at the waist
She was like putty to me totally compliant
I could have done anything I wanted, which I was about to do
I teased at her wet lips with my erection
Before thrusting into her
She gasped first in pain as I broke her hymen
Then again in pleasure as I thrust again more deeply
Her body ebbed and flowed with my rhythm
Until she came one, twice, three times
When I had finished I bent down and kissed the small of her back
Then picked up her panties and wiped myself with them
And discarded them on the bed next to her sweating body
And then I walked away whistling
SPANISH EYES
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the café
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman’s beauty, her hair
black as a raven’s wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes
LE BICYCLETTE DE BELSIZE
As I drive home from work, with the evening
sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I
come to an abhorrent obstruction in the
road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
somewhere to go and a finite time
to get there. I was driving down a very
narrow lane following a cyclist that I
knew I couldn’t pass when I noticed the cyclist
for the first time, her brown hair dancing across
her shoulders contrasting starkly with the white of
the cotton blouse which tapered down to her
narrow waist before disappearing into
the waist band of her gray checked skirt.
I pondered briefly on the name of the pattern
was it “Hounds tooth, Prince of Wales then the cloth
stretched tight against her cheeks as she was stood
up in the saddle as we climbed the hill, her long
tanned legs powering her on and her
buttocks reshaped themselves again
and again, I could only imagine what
was happening in front of her out of my
view, then the material was tight against her
curves once more as her bottom perched
back on the saddle and every bump in the road
brought a new quiver to her plaid clad cheeks
and a delicious new tingling to my loins
then all at once the lane ended and she was gone
down a path went the girl and the bike she sat upon
REFLECTED GLORY
She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
I stood in the bathroom doorway
And watched her stir
The afternoon sunlight
Painted patterns on her naked contours
As it shone through the billowing curtains
Her hair, still damp from our passionate exertions
Clung to her face and neck
And beads of sweat sparkled on her skin
She lay on her side
Knees drawn up to her belly
Showing off the wonderful sweep
From narrow waist to curvaceous hip
And the perfect roundness of sumptuous buttocks
Then she rolled on to her back as she stirred again
And the magnificence of her was there before me
With patterns of light and dark dancing over her form
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her
Her eyes opened and she smiled when she saw me
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face
Then moved onto her knees and stretched
Leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her
Supporting herself on clenched fists
And throwing her head right back
Until her black hair tumbled down her back
My eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her
From the cascading black hair
Down the cords and sinews of her neck
To the fine structure of her shoulders
Dwelling on her firm breasts and proud nipples
Before continuing to the soft down on her flat belly
And her round hips and buttocks
Before reaching the thick black triangle
And her long taught thighs either side
I left the doorway and picked my way
Through the discarded clothing on the floor
To reach the bed where she now sat
Sitting on her haunches she looked at me
A radiant smile illuminating her face
With eyes that said “again”
I LOVE HER
I love her with every fibre of me
I love her so much it hurts
I love her in baggy trousers
And I love her in short skirts
I love her when we’re alone
And when we’re with friends
I love her when the day begins
And I love her when it ends
I love her when we’re together
I love her when we’re apart
I love her when we hold hands
And when love making starts
I love her when she’s sexy
I love her when she’s coy
I love her when she makes me mad
And when she brings me joy
I love her at the first caress
And in the afterglow
I love her when we say goodbye
And when we say hello
I love her when she laughs
I love her when she cries
I love her now that I’m alive
And I’ll love her till I die
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