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, 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
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?
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
With sensuous dreams
erotically spun
Of the redhead with
soft alabaster skin
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
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
