Cliche

Great man, behind a great woman

we'd been acquainted for a while
not friends, really
just said "Hi" in passing on campus
sometimes "Nice weather today."
or "Saw a great movie last weekend."
not really friendship

she was money
her kids attended the school
15 grand a year each
she had 4 enrolled

I was a school employee
their tuition bill was more than my salary

she was 6 foot several inches
blond hair, tanned
she favored tights, short skirts, snug sweaters
and usually wore heels
(you've seen the type)

wiggled marvelously when she walked

I'm 5 foot 11 (if I stand really straight and tall)
mostly 5 foot 10
greying hair, pale complexion
I'm a khaki pants, open dress shirt kind of guy
and what used to be called penny loafers
(the campus resident computer geek)

her walk caused me to stumble

saw her in the upscale mall
said "Hi."
she smiled and said "Hi"
and "Getting a cup of tea,
want one? My buy."

managed to say "Yes."

She had herbal.
Mine was Earl Grey.

"Off work early today?"
"Dropped a computer at the Apple store to be repaired."

Sipped my tea.

"I can't connect to the internet at home.
I have to wait until I'm at school,
when I drop the kids off,
to check my email."

She sipped her tea.

"Can you fix that?"

Again, sipped my tea.

"Don't know. Maybe."

Again, she sipped her tea, twice.

"If you come over now, I can make you a second cup of tea. Maybe a scone?"

managed to say "Yes."

"The box from the cable company is on the top shelf.
See where I'm pointing?
Can you reach it?"

standing behind her
reached over her head
couldn't quite touch the box

bumped against her
(Considering our difference in height, you know what bumped where.)

"Opps.  Sorry."

"That was no 'Opps' and I am not sorry."

"Really?"

"No kissing. From behind. Help me get these tights down."

Hands up under her skirt, fingers in the top of her tights,
They were tight.
Nothing on under them.
Kept hands inside tights, on her skin, while sliding them down just enough.
Gliding my hands over her hips.
Caressing her ass.
Slipping between her thighs.
Stimulating her wetness.

A catch in her voice.

"You helped with my tights.
I will help with your pants."

Belt loosened.
Button unbuttoned.
Zipper unzipped.
Pants fell to the floor.
(Black and red striped boxer briefs.)
Polished nails, long fingers. yanked them down to my knees.

"Already hard!"

"Since I saw you in the mall."

"I'm flattered."

"Turn around, face the wall,
Slow and careful or fast and hard."

"Use my wetness to lub my ass.
Slow and careful then fast and hard;
hard enough to slam me against the wall.

Finger collected wetness,
used to moisten waiting opening
one finger moving in and out,
stretching, expanding, preparing

Glans against anus,
slowly, gently, in as far as I could.

Her tightness penetrated by my hardness.
Sensations beyond imagination.

Slowly, gently, all the way out.
In with force.
My hips slapped her ass.
Her pelvis slammed wall.
Pushed in harder, farther.

Pulled out.
Hand around hips,
finger massages clit,
entering into cunt.

Drove in again, hard.
Cushioned from the wall by my hand.
Fingers driven into her by force against the wall.

Grunt of pain, through clenched teeth,
"Again, harder,
I said harder.
Now faster.
I want to feel your dick mashing in to my cunt;
your hips bruising my ass;
your balls slapping my pussy."

Ass screwing.
Butt reddening.
Hips driving.
Fingers fucking.

Gasping, panting
Straining, driving, trusting, pushing

Engorging increasing, contractions beginning

assgasam triggered orgasm.

Sphincter spasms milked penila spewing

Physically spent, physical relief,

Near silent sighing.

Slow withdrawing.

Slap on the ass.

Kiss on the cheek?

Dressing.

Leaving.

Remembering.

You're An Angel In Disguise

An angel in disguise
Your secret identity
Has been exposed
Thanks for saving me

You try to hide
Your true colors from me
Still you chose
To set me free

I'm grateful you're here
I feel secure
Whenever you're near
Your heart is pure

Deeply scarred
Your exterior is hard
A spy for God
You let down your guard

To my surprise
You turned out to be
The one that knows
What society can't see

An angel in disguise
Your secret identity
Has been exposed
Thanks for saving me

another old one here LB


I'd do anything for love but I won't do that


My vertigo dictates that there'd be
no climbing of highest mountains
but I would gladly walk up
a small to medium flight of stairs
if it meant I could see you there
at the top

and if I'm honest

I'm not that enthusiastic about swimming oceans
that kind of shit could leave a chap dying
or worse still dead
but I'd cross a small bridge over a river instead
if you were on the other side

and the walking across hot coals.
well here's the thing
I happen to like my feet the way they are
but if I owned a bike
or a car, I'd drive over warm roads for a mile or two
just to see you

I'd like to say
that wild horses couldn't drag me away from you
but the truth is
if a saw a herd of horses stampeding towards us
I'd run like a madman
(to direct them away from you)

I saw a cliche' today: morning rose into the sky.

Revenge is best served with a side of pollution


The clock says half three
but the thing about clocks
is that they tend to keep their own time
this time, I'll take it's word for it
and if it turns out to be wrong
when I get back, I'll fix it for sure

Noah, the one who had the world on his boat
and sailed across vast expanses of flood waters
must have thought it strange that the fish underneath him
gained so much, when every animal on earth
suffered total annihilation

well, it's clear we've never forgot
that little discrepancy
because it won't be all that long
'till we have to collect them two by two
and store them on dry land


but why stop there
them animals have been dogging us for years
the sheer arrogance of it all
prancing about earth as if they own the place
we saved them, remember!
they should be eating out of our hands


I'm not sure about that clock anymore
but if I don't go now
I'll not be able to catch the bus
and if I miss that one
might as well miss the ten of them

Forgive And Forget

Mom you want me to forgive you
For bringing me into this fucked up world
Forget it!

Brother you want me to forgive you
For having the nerve to fuck my girl
Forget it!

Sister you want me to forgive you
For always being a bitch and a snitch
Forget it!

Dad you want me to forgive you
For being the missing thread in the family stitch
Forget it!

Friend you want me to forgive you
For spreading false rumors on my name
Forget it!

Baby you want me to forgive you
For cheating on me and playing mind games
Forget it!

Uncle you want me to forgive you
For the molestation robbing me of my innocence
Forget it!

Auntie you want me to forgive you
For never lending me not even fifty cents
Forget it!

Cousin you want me to forgive you
For stealing my belongings out my apartment
Forget it!

God you want to forgive myself
For sweeping my feelings under the carpet
Forget it!

Forgive me Father for I'm not ready yet
To follow your example to forgive and forget

Love Is Blind

My name is Love
I was born legally blind
In both eyes
I can't see where I'm going
Or what I'm doing
Where am I?
I need a seeing eye dog
A cane and a coffee mug
Tinted shades
Collecting change
I don't see color
I just trust my instincts
That's all I got
To rely on
I don't have my sight
Seeing isn't believing
I have to depend on my feelings
Visualize with my heart
Imagine with my mind
I don't always get it right
But remember I'm handicapped
A blind person
Named Love

Overused

Said too much, said much too many times, time and again it was said, that too much it was said.
People heard it one too many times, too many times it was heard, many times was it heard too much.
Too much was it used, it was used too much, . . . I have heard that it has been said to be used too much.