Desire builds a fire
Which burns. and turns
To ash and dust.
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Clock
A chance meet.
2 acquaintences greet
And eat.
That night
They did smile
And make polite
Conversation while,
In the background
Behind each word
Was heard
The tick tock
Of her biological clock
Her flirty conversation.
His anticipation
Grew, whilst through
Each word
Could be heard
Tick tock, tick tock.
A tentative invitation to come in
For coffee or tea.
They did chat
About this and that.
Then, she took her hat
And was gone,
Whilst the tick tock
Of the clock
At the head
Of his bed
Continued on,
Unloved
Desire
Fire.
Wet.
Desire
As empire’s
Sun will set.
Kiss Me Not
Kiss me not
For you are hot
And I am not.
Take me not
To a place of bliss
For I do not
Deserve your kiss.
Why do you tease
And please
Me so?
Methinks
Little minx
Tis because you know
I must let go …
Oh Would The Night
Oh would the night
Wrap me tight
In her longed for arms,
There I would take
Delight.
In her untried charms.
But she
Would forsake
Me
Come break
Of day
And I
Should sigh
And go dally
With Sally
Or Fay.
The Hair Of The Dog
We do what we shouldn’t.
I wouldn’t
Enquire
Into another’s desire
For when the wine flows
The staid
Maid
Shows …
When the day is warm
Bees to flowers swarm,
Birds sing
And the sting
Seems far away.
They say
That the hangover cure
Is the hair of the dog.
Good god
Are they sure!?
Desire
“Alergic to something?” I enquire.
“Yes”. Desire.
Thoughts whirl.
Not the same girl
But her voice
And the same half-inocent laughter.
And after
Comes the choice.
Is,
Ought.
I can not
Help my thought
On this hot
Day.
And she sniffs in that self-same way.
She Tired
She tired.
Once desired
Her idea
Inspired
Restless nights,
Delights
And fear.
But pleasures heights
Achieved
He grieved
For she
Who lay tired
And no more desired.
Summer Fruit
Fruit hanging within temptation’s reach. Ripe, overflowing with juice, crying out to be picked. Oh how smooth and firm to the touch, dangling provocatively low, Longing to be picked, savoured and enjoyed.