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