SUNDAY SERVICE

 

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy

Flashed a sideward’s glance

From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla

He gave her a browse

A more appraising look altogether

Her eyes flashed up again

A lingering languid glance

Which spoke of her muliebrity

Not the putative girl

They were now the cynosure

Of each others eyes

No words were spoken

Everything was intuit

With amative study

And libidinous perusal

She his object of pulchritude       

He her beloved inamorato

Then they had to separate

And the spell was broken

Until next Sundays reunion

LUST CONQUERS ALL

 

I love it when mouth meets mouth

And tongue engages tongue

Then the moment tender embrace

Gives way to urgent caress

When hands fumble their way

Into uncooperative clothing

In their wanton eagerness  

To reach the yielding flesh beneath

Where fingers probe and hands grope

And passions flame ignites

I love to hear her rasp and gasp

And feel her nails dig into my flesh

To hear that stifled scream

And watch as she bites her lip

As climax carries her away

I love the feeling of closeness

As she lies in my arms

Basking in passions afterglow

Silent in our smug satisfaction

I feel her tender lips kiss my chest

And hear her contented sigh

I would like to know her name

But she is just another conquest

 

USED AND ABUSED

 

You sought me out

And overwhelmed me

Your directness was disarming

You were seductive and charming

But the want of you made me ache

And soon you took me to bed

Made me sweat and made me shake

As you soothed my ache

You made me whimper and moan

And grunt and groan

You used me and abused me

Until I begged for rest

You exhausted me

Till I could scarcely go on

And when I had no more to give

You wrung me out like a wet rag

And cast me aside

Then as quickly as you came into my life

You were gone from it

And I slept the clock around

TALES OF TOPOGRAPHIC NOTIONS

 

Strong hands explore

The pure silk landscape

In gentle topography

Tracing her features

Beneath his fingers

Mapping her contours

Her sensual curvature

The undulating terrain

Soft mounds contrasted

By prominent peaks

Then across the flatness

Of the tremulous plain

Thru sparse coarse undergrowth

To the hot moist valley beyond

Strong hands explore

And as fingers probe

The pure silk landscape

Reforms beneath his touch

DEAR PRUDENCE

 

I was given the challenge

Well in truth it was a bet

And the bet was to get a date

With Prudence the librarian

Whose coldness was legend

It would be a tall order

But I picked up the gauntlet

And headed to the library

I walked up to the desk

And there she stood

She was short in stature

But imposing nonetheless

Her countenance was severe

Thick chestnut hair

Pulled back off severely off her face

Her make up would best be described

As minimalist

And she peered at me

Over thick framed spectacles

She wore a chunky beige sweater

Two sizes too big which hid her shape

And a dark pleated skirt, knee length

Over thick black wool tights

And the not unattractive legs

Terminated into sensible shoes

I tried small talk

But she was not receptive

Her demeanor was positively frosty

Every enquiry she batted back to me in the negative

But despite everything

There was something about her that I liked

Something intangible

curiously she was not my type 

in any way, but still there was something

So I decided to persevere

But because I wanted to

Not because I had to

So firstly I paid off on the bet

I wasn’t doing it for a stupid bet

But because of that intangible something

An itch I couldn’t scratch kind of thing

Realizing small talk would get me nowhere

I thought I would try a different tack

And converse with her on her own terms

I had to engage her intellect

So each day I would go to the library

And ask her to recommend a book

Which we could then discuss each day

And each day she thawed a little

Then I posed her questions,

History, Geography, the arts

I found her to be both knowledgeable and interesting

And I found that I was becoming interested

In the subjects we were discussing

And looked forward to our time together

As each day she thawed a little more

I wanted to have more

Than just the few precious hours at the library

But I didn’t want to undo what I had achieved

Upset the status quo

And refrigerate her again

Then at the end of one particular day

Prudence asked me

 “Would you like to go for a coffee?”

I was speechless but nodded in the affirmative

Later she told me

She fell for me because I engaged her mind

And valued her for what was between her ears

And not what was between her legs
Or inside her sweater

THE RELUCTANT VOYEUR

 

It was a hot summer day,

Carrie was home from uni

And sitting in the shade,

She couldn’t abide the sun,

Hidden from view

In a quite corner of the garden

Lost in solitary thought

When stepmother Julie

Walked out from the house,

The garden being very private,

And Carrie not due back till later

Julie thought she was alone.

Carrie was about to say hello

When Julie slipped off her dress

To stand naked on the lawn

Arms stretched above her head

She pirouetted like a ballerina

Showing her self off

To her secluded surroundings,

Celebrating her nakedness

Offering herself to the sun

Then she lay down on a blanket

Carrie was again about to speak

But found herself unable

She was mesmerized

By the tableaux before her,

And a little arroused

Which surprised her

Not being so inclined

Not being of that persuasion

She was no disciple of Sappho

But what harm could it do, to look

With no fear of discovery

She was a reluctant voyeur

But the opportunity presented itself

And she took it

Where was the harm

Watching a beautiful woman

Sunbathe naked

But then Julie started to touch

And caress her nakedness

At first Carrie looked away

Slightly embarrassed

But her curiosity drew her back

And her arousal heightened

Growing deeper with each stroke

And when Julie’s body arched in climax

Carrie let out an audile squeal

Julie glanced over in her direction

And their eyes met and Julie smiled

Then she beckoned to Carrie

A wordless invitation to join her

She arose from her place of hiding

And walked slowly to her step mum

Where for the first time

Carrie enjoyed Sapphos sweet embrace

THE GIRL WALKED LINGERIE FREE

 

All eyes turned towards her

The girl in the black silk dress

With stockined legs, black and sheer

The girl walked lingerie free

Her unfettered breasts

Moving freely beneath the silk

Her buttocks had a rhythm

When she walked that hypnotized

Each movement of her hips

Rolled and rounded

The perfect globes

And returned them with precision,

Then moved them again

Her effortless movement

On high stiletto heels

I could only watch

In a heightened state of arousal

The effects on me

Both hypnotic and erotic

PARTY FAVOURS DECLINED

 

She looked tarty

At the party

And I got the horn

Dancing with Dawn

Which was great

It was first rate

But I wasn’t thrilled

She left me chilled

The problem lay

I should say

Not in my arousal

At the carousal

But her rejection

Of my erection

BLACK MASS

 

She slipped off her long leather coat.

Revealing just her underwear

Standing before me dressed all in black

A leather Basque, lace panties

A garter belt and stockings

And six-inch stiletto heels

I was instantly aroused

And wanted her there and then

But instead she knelt before me

At the altar of my lust

And took the sacrament

SPEAK DIRTY TO ME

 

She wears sexy underwear

And speaks dirty to me

I handle her roughly

Like a rag doll

I bend her to my will

I grope at her breasts

Toy with her nipples

My fingers first probe

Then penetrate her hot wetness

And revel in her response

Then she begs me to enter

And as I do I feel her shudder

Such burning passion

Consumes us both

As we are lost in the baseness of the act

Filthy words spill from her lips

As we exorcized our lust

Then sweet ecstasy

In the moment

Of our passions culmination

DIRTY DANCING

 

Joanne the willowy vixen

Willing and welcoming

Dancing on the pole 

Writhing and gyrating

Erotically cavorting

Like a gracile courtesan

Suppliantly performing for the clientele

Of dirty old men and drunken letches

Debasing herself for meagre reward

In seedy surroundings

Selling herself to wealthy businessmen

With her nakedness she begs

For more paper currency

She calls herself an exotic dancer

But she’s no better than the geisha

Who satisfies a Mikado’s libido

DENISE, DENISE

 

Denise was a strawberry blonde

Beautiful and bubbly

Tall and statuesque

Built for comfort

Gloriously curvaceous

Big soft and round

Amply proportioned

Everywhere that was important

Her body was like a rollercoaster

You could never tire of riding

More exhilarating than a theme park ride

And more worthy of a queue

A breathtaking experience

A quivering delight

Of erotic pleasure

FLORENCE

 

It was to be another business dinner

Another fabulous restaurant

Another expensive meal,

Or should I say “dining experience”

At someone else’s expense

This time a Paris nightspot

Of great renown

But more boring business talk

More boring company

But then quelle surprise

Out of the blue and quite unexpected

Une jeune fille

How pretty she was

La belle fille

With huge brown eyes

And long dark hair

Une petite fille

Her name was Florence

The niece of our host

Only in Paris for one night

And did we mind if she joined us?

As if we would mind

A bunch of boring business men

Or a bunch of boring business men

And a beautiful young woman

No contest to my mind,

I was besotted by this beautiful creature

When the waiter came

The American next to me

Ordered a steak, well done

“And for you monsieur?”

“I’ll take her, any way she comes”

Fortunately I only said it in my head

I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY

 

I saw you in a different light today

A dazzling light of femininity

You were not the normal little tomboy

In the cargo pants and baggy “T”

 

The usual beaten up old trainers

Had been replaced by four inch heals

Which shaped your normally hidden legs

Whose black clad debut certainly appealed

 

The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs

Disappeared beneath the tailored hem

Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves

Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them

 

Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands

Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit

Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck

Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit

 

I saw you in a different light today

Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity

Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare

And thoughts were those of impurity

SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR

She walked towards me

And my eyes were drawn

To her unfettered breasts,

Which danced erotically

Inside her white blouse.

She saw me staring

But my gaze was transfixed

As she passed me

She glanced in my direction

A glance conveying utter disgust

Then she threw her head back

Rather theatrically

And headed for the street door

I turned to watch her leave

Enjoying her buttocks

Doing a very dirty rumba

She stopped at the door

Then gave me another look

Again heavily laced with disgust

Just at that moment

The sun suddenly appeared

From behind a cloud

Which illuminated the girl

Dramatically from behind

This serendipitous event

Rendered her blouse transparent

And her perky breasts

Were revealed in all their splendour

Unaware of her circumstance

She made a questioning head movement

Which seemed to ask

“Have you seen enough?”

I nodded and said aloud

“I have now thank you”

DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN

 

Down beneath her down

Drawn by passions scent

Of receptive loins

I sourced the open petals

Of her melliferous flower

And for my oscular stimulation

Of the moist blossom

I was rewarded

With sapourus delights

Until my esurience was satisfied

THROUGH THE OPEN FRENCH WINDOW

 

Through the open French window,

The sun streamed into the room,

Spreading across her

Semi recumbent form

Bathing her pale porcelain skin

In its yellow glow

I look on with delight

At her sensual beauty

Marvelling at the sight

Loins filled with lust

And an indestructible desire

Forged of steel and fire

As my hungry eyes

Consumed her treasures

Then I covered her smooth skin

With kisses soft and feather light

Before I could finally enjoy

The previously hinted at joy

CLICKETY CLACK

Clickety clack

Was the talk from the track

As Across the compartment

She sat down seductively

And the first seed of

Awakening arousal, germinated

I gave her the benefit

Of my silent appraisal

Clickety clack

Was the talk from the track

She adjusted her posture

Under my intense gaze

And re-crossed her legs

Exposing a tantalising

A hint of stocking top

And with each mile

Arousal grew

Like a blooming flower

Clickety clack,

Was the talk from the track

The sun streamed into the carriage

And illuminated her

The Dark nipples proud,

Showed through the

White Shimmering silk

Of her blouse

And the flower of arousal

Had blossomed

Clickety clack,

Was the talk from the track

Until we arrived

Shuddering and juddering

In the climax of journeys end

JUST ENOUGH

 

She leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To tighten the fabric

Of her jeans

Shaping and defining

Her buttocks

To pert perfection

Then she leant a little further

Just enough

To expose some dusky flesh

And above her waistband

The merest glimpse

Of pale pink panties

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

Then she straightened up

And turned towards me

Glancing in my direction

She knew I was watching

And she leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To fill her gaping blouse

Her breasts sitting

In pert perfection

Round and full

Encased in pink cups

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

A hint of nipple

A glimpse of areola

Just enough

Through the tight fabric

Deliciously defined

Then she straightened up

Looking towards me

Smiling in my direction

Knowing I was watching

And liking it

DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA

 

Dear Virginia

No longer the gawky girl

Awkward and ungainly

Self conscious and ill at ease

Virginia has come of age

And is in full bloom

Once the ugly duckling

Now magnificently dressed

For sumptuous dining

Fit to adorn any table

Well-toned limbs

Golden skinned

And plump breasted

With legs invitingly trussed

Tender and succulent

A main course to suit any palate

To be savoured and devoured

DISH OF THE DAY – JENNIFER

 

Jennifer, Jennifer

A savoury dish

Made in her mothers image

To her mothers recipe

Just younger and fresher

A very delicate dish

Skin cool white

Pale then lips

Eyes eager and expressive

Plump of breast

Round rumped

Slender limbed

Tender loined

Succulent and moist

Very definitely

A perfect starter

WHEN I WALKED INTO THE ROOM I SAW HER

 

When I walked into the room

I saw her, wearing her favourite

Fleecy dressing gown

Curled up in the big arm chair

Her little feet tucked beneath her

And she was hugging a cushion

Almost as big as she

Her tiny frame

Was almost lost

In the over stuffed chair

And instantly an unabated

Wave of love washed over me

And I immediately wanted her

 

She was such a scrawny little thing

Barely a hundred pounds

Soaking wet

And I had seen her that way

Many times

But I loved her totally

With every fibre of my being

We had been married

For ten years now

And still she excited me

Making love to her was electric

It was like being plugged into the national grid

From the first time to the last

She was just the sexiest girl I’d ever seen

 

I stood over her

And stared down at her

For the longest time

She was sleeping so soundly

I didn’t really want to wake her

I should have let her sleep

But she would not have thanked me

In fact she would have been miffed

So I knelt beside her

And roused her gently

And as she stirred from her slumber

Her eyes opened and then widened

When she saw me

And she smiled me that come to bed smile

“I waited up for you

Because I’m feeling fruity”

So my sexy girl was roused and aroused

So I took her in my arms

And carried her to bed

THE LOVELY LADY ELEANOR

 

The lovely lady Eleanor

A pretty young woman

A sweet dusky maiden

With luscious skin the shade

Of molten chocolate

 

With an Exotic scent

That makes your head spin

And your pulse race

And leaves you dizzy with delight

 

Her sweet Angelic face,

Is heavenly framed,

With rich soft curls,

Shiny like a raven’s wing

And black as jet

 

Her soulful eyes

Brown like burnt sugar

Are warm and inviting

With a hypnotic quality

 

Her exquisite nose is small

And button like

The perfect punctuation

For her Demerara lips,

Which are softly moist

And have a constant smile

Playing around them

And when she unleashes

A full-bodied beam

Her whole face lights up

Bright enough to dazzle a star

Making her dark eyes

Seductively beguile

 

Elegant lady Eleanor

Gracile like a cat

Playful as a kitten

Unintentionally coy

Unambiguously sweet

 

Delicately limbed

Lithe and lissom

With dainty hands and feet,

Small like a child’s

 

She holds her head high

With assurance and confidence

On her swan like neck

Which sits symmetrically on

Sculptured shoulders

Atop a sleek slender frame

With a tiny waist

And narrow hips 

Small round buttocks

Almost like a boys

And her braless breasts

Small and pert

Sit in perfect parity,

Nipples sensually erect

 

Unimaginably she is

Unaware of her allure

Oblivious to her beauty

Sceptical of any appeal

Incredibly she doesn’t see

The woman she has become

The woman she has been

She has come of age

And is at ease with herself

She is in no hurry

To squander her innocence

Her virginity will not be lost casually

 

Perhaps the most wondrous thing

Is that she will not recognise herself

From my descriptions

She will think it is a stranger

Which all adds to the wonderful whole

That is the lovely lady Eleanor

ARE YOU WEARING A GARTER BELT?

 

Are you wearing a garter belt?

That would make my resistance melt

You’ll be a sight to enhance and bolster

Wearing a dirty gunslingers holster

HIS COMPLETE POSSESSION WAS BEGUN

His complete possession was begun

With sensuous dreams erotically spun

Of the redhead with soft alabaster skin

And the silk she was contained within

DREAM OF PASSION

 

In the sweetest moments

Of my dreams

You close your eyes

As your petal like lips

Touch softly against mine.

The kiss is all consuming

We breathe as one

As our hearts beat

In syncopated rhythm   

As blood courses hotly

Through our veins

Until at passions peak

I awake alone

WHEN AUNTY RUTH CAME TO VISIT

 

My Aunty Ruth came to visit

She wasn’t my real Aunty

She was my mum’s best friend

But she was a real beauty

Oh what a sight she was

To gladden a young mans eye

As she crossed her legs

Exposing an expanse of thigh

Another adjustment of her posture

Disclosed she was naked underneath

I could see right up her dress

All the way up to the heath

She knew I was looking at her

And I went very red indeed

Though I don’t know if she knew

That I filled my pants with my seed

LOLITA’S SLAVE

 

This sexually precocious Lolita

Who so enflamed my Ardour

This most vivacious temptress

I longed to hold and caress

Infected me with her allure

And with no antidote or cure

She holds me captive in her spell

And simply bends me by her will

DOWN AT THE BEACH

 

The beach was deserted

And silent

But for the gentle breaking of the waves

They were both naked

Her on her knees looking out to sea

He knelt behind her in the moonlight

Smelling her hair before nuzzling her neck

His hands were on her ample hips

His nuzzles turned to kisses

As his finger tips brushed

The soft flesh of her nakedness

His hands slid upwards across her silky skin

To caress the cupola’s of her breasts

And as his fingers teased her swelling mamilla

She turned her head toward him

And their mouths met

In wet hungry consumption

As passion intensified

He slid one hand slowly down across her belly

Fingers dallying briefly

In the lushness of her bush

Before finding the moist recess he sought

Her fervid response to his fingering

Brought her to the brink

And then bending her at the waist

He quickly pushed her forward  

Until her head touched the sand

This presented her round buttocks to him

So he could see her open lipped pudendum

Glistening moistly in the moonlight

He slid his hands up and cupped her

Pendulous breasts

Caressing breast and teat

As he penetrated her heat

SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS

 

In my nakedness I surrendered to her

Yielding to her dominance

Like a bitch before her alpha

Proffering my soft underbelly

She knelt before me

And pushed my thighs apart

My head swam

And my heart beat hard in my chest

Blood coursed through my veins

And roared in my ears

Then she leant forward

And kissed my quivering belly

And began her southerly progression

Moving slowly and purposely

And kissing my skin along the route

She paused to nuzzled my bush

Savoring the scent

Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation

The mound of eager flesh

The expectant petals open

Moist like a dewy rose

Then her tongue touched the petals

Of my moist blossom

And my body shook

With each clitoral stimulation

Of this oral assignation

My body quaked in spasm

Of each successive orgasm

Until I reached that enviable state of bliss

Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss