YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 3

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

With that sweet look on your face

If you knew I imagine you

In black stockings and lace

LANDSCAPE OF PLEASURE

 

My hands glide over her curves

And contours in a sensual exploration

Of the silken landscape

Her flesh tingles at my touch

Breathe starting to pant

Her nipples swell in arousal

Standing in sharp relief

I feel the glow of passion swell in me

And with nimble fingers

I explore her seat of musk

Then like a bee would visit a dewy rose

I sip nectar from her moist blossom

Drinking deeply of her labial delights

Before entering her portal of ecstasy

IN THE PALM OF HER HAND

 

She holds me in the palm of her hand

In a literal sense, body and soul

Her fingers wrap around me

And she tugs on me roughly

Playing with my shaft

Then faster and faster

Until I’m nearly there, then she stops

And she’s on her knees

Her mouth enveloping me

Working on me eagerly

But she plays with me

Getting me close then stopping

Then starting again, then again

Until I thought I was losing my mind

Then again she takes me to the abyss

Closer and closer and closer

Until I explode and then I am consumed

THE FLIRTING AND THE FLAUNTING

 

We looked through the eyes of lovers

The flirting and the flaunting passed

The want and need self evident

Then I was kissing her

Urgently with burning passion

And her response matched my intensity

As her passion deepened

She tore at my clothes, and I at hers

Then in our nakedness

Came the toying and teasing

Her fingers on me caressing and stroking

Mine on her touching and penertrating

Then I consumed her eager flesh

In its tender succulence

Like a ravenous beast

We made love like never before

Till we lay spent in our disgrace

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 5

 

My thoughts are sinful

For the thoughts I think

Are of the open petals

Of your flower moist and pink

DIRTY LITTLE WITCH

 

She is a dirty little witch

And you have that horny itch

To feel your swollen cock twitch

So pop on a night fighter

Its time for your bishop’s mitre

To penetrate the pillow biter

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 4

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

My sweet innocent miss

If you knew I wanted to visit

Your sweet haven of bliss

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 2

 

Pretty Girl on a bicycle

In a summer dress

Leaning over the handle bars

To make better progress

When gravity intervened

As if in answer to a prayer

And presented to the viewer

The most perfect pair

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 5

 

My thoughts are sinful

For the thoughts I think

Are of the open petals

Of your flower moist and pink

YOU WOULDN’T SMILE AT ME # 2

 

You wouldn’t smile at me

If you could read my mind

And vividly picture my thoughts

Which are of a lustful kind

Thoughts of bending you over

And taking you from behind

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 1

 

Pretty Girl on a bicycle

In a summer dress

Stood up on the pedals

To make better progress

And get her up the hill

Her dress billowed in the breeze

And to universal delight

Showed a view above the knees

BY THE DREAM LAKE

 

The dark lake in moonlight reflected back

Her own image, she knew it to be her,

But why was she at the lake at midnight?

Why didn’t she know how she got there?

And why was she naked on the lake shore.

A cool breeze blew off the quiet water

Which played gently with her auburn curls

Caressing her velvet skin, arousing her

She felt her nipples erect, then shivered

But not from the cold, she felt a passion

Welling up within her, a heat she had

Not felt before and may never feel again

Was everything as it appeared to seem

Or was it in fact just a vivid erotic dream?

LECHEROUS

 

When I see a young woman

Dressed seductively to flirt

I wonder what I would find

Hiding up beneath her skirt

Will it be the neatest nest?

Or the wildest overgrown thatch

Will it be the fullest bush?

Or an over groomed snatch

And if there is a hairy muff

Will the collar match the cuff?

The answer is of no import

Its just an old mans dirty thought

SILKEN

 

Beneath my fingers, Her

Skin, quivering, simpering,

Was like living silk

CONCUPISCENCE # 4

In my fecundity I see you

And all the dirty things you do

Self-abuse and things of that kind

And being rogered from behind

But I don’t feel any shame

Because you don’t even know my name

ROSE TINTED GOGGLES

 

She walked boldly into the pub

Mutton dressed as lamb

In clothes that didn’t suit her figure

Or her generation

She had too many miles on the clock

From all the journeys round the block

She was a real old spunker

With a bad case of “tits on belly”

Plus she had hairy armpits

And was decidedly smelly

Nonetheless viewed through beer goggles

She would look more attractive

And would doubtless see some action

CONCUPISCENCE # 3

Each man doth aspire

With she he doth admire

To ignite loves blazing fire

And then the burning desire

Of the impassioned esquire

Is to quench the maiden’s fire 

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 4

 

My thoughts are sinful

I like to think of sin

I like to see you smile

I like to see you grin

But I’d really like to see

With my balls upon your chin

YOUNG LOVERS # 2

 

Those first encounters

Clumsily fumbling in the dark

Those first breathtaking excitements

Of harmless petting

Never a risk to ones virginity

You only ever came in your pants

And never inside a girl

CONCUPISCENCE # 2

 

Affected by her Joie de vivre

In a way I couldn’t believe

This amazing tour de force

Set me upon an immoral course

And in libidinous concupiscence

I gained valuable sexual experience

EPITHALAMIUM # 1

 

Since that summer day

When you first caught my eye

You’ve lit up my life

Like the sun rising in the morning sky

 

We got to no each other

On that glorious afternoon

We asked the important questions

And found we were in tune

 

At the end of that perfect day

That perfect summer day in June

I took you in my arms

And we kissed beneath the moon

 

Now it is another summer day

Another perfect afternoon

And we are side by side

On our wedding day in June

LADY LUST

 

Lady Lust

Doused in heavy musk

Outrageously flirty

Exotic, erotic, earthy and dirty

She didn’t bother with underwear

She knew what she wanted and didn’t care

A woman full of desire

Looking for someone to quench her fire

On that day she chose me

To satisfy her sexually

And each satisfying penetration

Culminated in ecstatic ejaculation

And I made love to lady lust

Til there was nothing left but dust

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 3

 

My thoughts are sinful

Of your beauty lavishly garnished

In a state of partial undress

Your fingers manicured and varnished

Toying with my shaft

Your reputation forever tarnished

LUCKY GUY

 

I knew from the look in her eyes

That I was the lucky guy

Who in some form or guise

Would get between her thighs

And hear her deep throated cries

Then revel at her climactic sighs

COME ON DARLING HEAR MY PLEA

 

Come on darling

Lets play hide the sausage

Let’s not hesitate

Come on darling hear my plea

Come on lets have a shag

You can choose which way

Monkey on a stick, reverse cowboy

Missionary or doggy fashion

Something new maybe

Like splitting the cicada

We can play with sex toys

I’ll insert ticklers up your vaginal canal

Or you can bite the pillow

For some penetration anal

If you don’t want a shag

A hand job or a tit-wank will do

Or please take it in the scull

I promise not to come in your face

When I tip my barrow

But you may get a pearl necklace

When I lose my load

You can sit on my face

Give me a golden shower

Get your knickers off

And I’ll give you a nosh

Just get your kit off

I promise to make you quiver and shiver

And shudder and judder

But please please remember

A sixty year old man

Should never waste an erection

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 2

 

My thoughts are sinful

The sordid and lustful kind

I what to rip your clothes off

And roger you from behind

BRONCO FILLY

 

You would have said

She was attractive

Glamorous even, certainly alluring

Which aroused my physical desire

And in my lustful state

I could have creamed my jeans

Just looking at her

But I didn’t need to

There was a libidinous look in her eyes

And they were looking at me

So we began with a simple kiss

Which became more fervent

Her ardency led to torrid embrace

And her caress touched

Every erogenous point of sensitivity

Until she was sexually receptive

Like a beast in Oestrus

And she mounted me

Riding me like a bronco

Until I was tamed

WHAT WOULD YOU THINK OF ME? # 1

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Of you down on your knees

Attending to me orally

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Was you wearing silk and lace

As you sit writhing on my face

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasy

Was to undress you in the office

And penetrate each orifice

 

What would you think of me?

If you knew my fantasies

About sex with you all the while

Would you look at me and smile?

YOUNG LOVERS # 1

Your breasts small and pert,

Nipples deep pink and alert

Loins young and tender

Supple flesh in youthful splendour

 

My athletic muscular form

And endless stamina to perform

My jack in the box like phallus

What has now become of us? 

CONCUPISCENCE # 1

 

I have a bar maid fantasy

I would like to serve her

Instead of her serving me

But the service I would perform

If I get my wish

Is to kiss her clitoris

Then with eager tongue

Bring her to climax

And taste the nectar

That sour musk

Of lusts honey

And drink of her

Like a fresh pulled pint

MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 1

 

My thoughts are sinful

As when I look at your perfection

Your body a temple of purity

I think only of its desecration

PANDORA

 

Pandora was a bit of a trollop

You’d often find her round the docks

Though she would disagree

And thought herself a bit of a fox

But what made her more doxy than foxy

Was the odour from Pandora’s box

THE PRIAPIC YOUTH

The priapic youth

Has a sexual obsession

He thinks about sex so much

He has a permanent erection

 

Even when it stands at ease

He will still have a semi on

And he will produce semen

Sufficient to fill a demijohn

 

Every thing in his life

Will turn on the priapic youth

To such an extent he is

Preoccupied with self abuse

 

A glimpse of a girl’s neck

Is enough to get him randy

Then it’s out with the old chap

For a quick hand shandy

 

He’ll wake with “an early riser”

Each and every morn

So he starts the day with a tug

On his “dawn horn”

 

He’ll pull the pud after breakfast

Beat his meat before brunch

He’ll knock one out at elevensies

And spank the monkey at lunch

 

After tea he chokes the chicken

In the shower he has a glop

Watching telly a knuckle shuffle

And in bed he’ll bash the bishop

 

Such is a day in the life

Of a priapic youth and his issues

Who masturbates to excess

And gets through a lot of tissues 

HER ALLURE

 

She makes my thoughts impure

With her seductive allure

I am infected, and I am sure

They will never find a cure

BLACK SILK DRESS

 

Her black silk dress

Fitted her like a sheath

The taut lines showed

Her nakedness beneath

 

Save for black-stockings

Gartered at the thigh

Stimulating to the loins

And pleasing to the eye

 

She turned every head

With her glamorous allure

Filled each one with thoughts

None of which were pure

SAPPHO’S FIRST KISS

 

When first sweet Sappho

Kissed me, I was shocked

The secret of my sexuality

Was finally unlocked

 

Sex had always left me cold

With no heat or fire

Now with Sappho’s kiss

I felt the burning desire

 

This was the first time

I’d felt this way

It never occurred to me

That I might be gay

 

Her hands fondled me

Inside my open shirt

Then she kissed my breasts

And her hand was up my skirt

 

My head was swimming

As my nipples felt her lips

Then she pulled my pants down

Over my trembling hips

 

While she sucked my nipples

And kissed my breasts

I felt the ecstasy

Of Sappho’s pudendal caress