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