Tales of a Lagan Lover

Glossy dark hair
piled high and tied with
an ivory clasp
ruby lips moisten

a casual smile
a morning hello
a cheery wink
no words spoken

eat smile
cuddle child
nod at spouses
underneath a passion builds

instantly to
my leering gaze
she reacted
rude but effective

a bad habit
a throwback to youth
those eyes
still transmit

the words slid out
yes ja contact followed
white teeth
endless smiles

all in the mind
two people
suddenly alert
constantly visible

once released
the lust
has to be
sated or tested

control it
or you
destroy
many lives

Collision beneath the duvet
hot flesh against hot flesh
been a while but no regret
hands on breasts mounts so fresh

soft belly a contoured plain
groins below on fire
parted lips and broad hips
cries of pleasure no pain

pressing down on the tower
the sacred rod
safe in the tunnel
all blood and power

no awkward blush
no rushed sentence
together as one
till the flush

then heads on the pillow
contempating the ceiling
the delicious glow
replaced by twilight's gleaming

At the bus stop
pink and frilled
sits above blue jeans
a wondrous sight

Once for
this pleasure
men would pay
not today

teenage girls
moms with prams
glamourous grans
all dress to thrill

setting mens hearts
racing with
a flash of frill
above curved flesh

how I love
the thong
an image so strong
it makes men long

Strange how time robs
us of our essence
makes you sob
at the loss of presence

in the car park
she stood smiling
teeth and eyes
unchanged

it was the grey
in that chestnut hair
the wrinkles on a
once smooth cheek

that caught me
by surprise
I don't know why
I thought she'd never age

Two kids, pushing 40
the narrow figure
thickened, breasts enlarged
where did the little elf go

the cheery
ever smiling one
who tolerated misdemeanours
cleared up and patted heads

it went wrong somewhere
her dream died
chose the wrong man
now its too late to change

I could have saved her
loved her even
put on the road to joy
but all she wanted was her black haired boy

Blond strands frame
a flawless face
eyes shine with
innocent charm

delicate fingertip
resting on a ruby lip
charm beams from every pore
a venus on my lap

How kind can God be
so many gifts in one
slender package
pert and firm

eyes meet
knowing smile
hands travel to their destination
soft groans a nod of approval

no signals on this line
use your instinct
search for the route
its there if only you could see

hands on plump mounds
lips caress dark flesh
legs entwined
two people one mind

older younger
it doesn't matter when
the thrill remains the same
this is the eternal game

working on
building up the fire
no stopping
at this you never tire

Standing by the well
stolen glimpses
occasional smile
searching for an opening

no contact just dreams
superimposed on a grey reality
when to break through
how to cross the beam

words unspoken
passion welling
can't stare
might get noticed

awoken by a beep
drink ready
please take
time to move

finger slides down
the smooth ski slope
bounces over the ruby red crown
over the edge without a rope

soft landing
on a plateau it wanders
over undulating land
aiming for the hill

inside a warm welcome awaits
as long as you can get past the gate
sometimes you have to knock
before it unlocks

the view from above
hillocks with red towers
rolling uplands
in the middle a wishing well

further south a little forest
thick and dark
hiding a fiord
narrow and dark

at the entrance a wishing chair
sit there gently
and peace and pleasure comes
slow at first then a torrent

travel to the pool
watch you don't fall in
its slippery no grip there
just walk round the shore

dark surface so inviting
just slip in
skinny dip, why not
there's no danger

water embraces you like velvet
soft and gentle
dive down get immersed
become as one

back to the surface
very awake
scared' shocked but happy
climb up into the light

dark shiny hair
ruby red lips
push up bra
and narrow hips

tanned cleavage inviting
attention and conversation
are those eyes smiling
asking me to make a move

do I clasp her in my arms
make her aware of my charms
surely she knows what I want
how I long for her

things get busier
she sits down with friends
I swallow beer and chit chat
and let the night end

long walk home
alone again
why didn't I try
makes me want to cry