Poet Introduction Published poems so far unpaid. Most poems unpublished. History, Bible, love (romantic/erotic), nakedness main subjects; rhyming captions/messages. Influences: Bible (eg Genesis, Ruth, Song of Songs (inspired user name), and 20th century erotic.
Lasses in bikinis, lads in Speedos, Subtly stirring each other’s libidos, Letting the imagination roam To do what they wouldn’t do at home. Lasses sometimes shed bikini tops Where they won’t get picked up by the cops. Lack of preparatory information Fosters behaviour to disgrace their home nation. Both sexes get drunk, even fight, Fornicate or skinny-dip at night. Others end up next morn in police station, Caught in al fresco fornication. Most sensible ones just want to dance And stay indoors for holiday romance.
He caught them in the act Of sexual contact. His wife and her lover – Shock – sans bedclothes cover. In voice lacking tenderness He growled: “You adulteress!”, Pulled her up by the hair, Flung her over a chair. The other man left in pain So he’d never romp again, Hastily re-dressed, With bruises impressed.
I’ve got a reputation as a gorgeous guy, With physique and looks to catch the female eye. We both worked out and had caught each other’s eye. She had the well toned thighs and tum So envied by many a mum. Those erotic pelvic thrusts Stirred up our mutual lusts. I said “I could make the most physical love That man and woman can ever think of. I would certainly like to make love to you!” She asked, “And where would you lovemaking do, In a hotel room or back at your flat?” “No, in the gym, when it’s closed, on that...
A randy English student fancied his chance With an intellectual girl he met, from France. She said, “I’m a deep woman, I need a man who gets inside.” “You’re in luck, I reach five inches”, he lewdly replied. As overhearers giggled, she went bright red, While saying, “I meant a man who gets inside my head. Penetration of your physical, sexual kind Will not stimulate and engage MY mind!”
I’ve heard what you’ve been doing of nights When you’re away on your business flights. My claws are up for a few cat fights, I could punch out these women’s lights Or strangle them with their tarty tights. If those tarts have been crawling with mites Don’t come near me if you erupt in bites: I’m cutting off your conjugal rights!
Touch has a magic of its own, Makes you feel you are not alone. Be you young or be you old, It stirs up a glow to forget any cold. It says “You’re near and dear to me.” It underlines the chemistry Between a couple who love each other, Between whom should come no other. A feel, a caress, hug, or kiss Warmly placed provide an air of bliss. To the passionate it’s a great come-on, The prelude to bodily union.
I’m no naïve virgin, I’ve seen some life, Been girlfriend, fiancee, mum (twice) and wife. With such experience behind me I know the way To please a good man with amorous play. I can show you a good time back at my flat, I’ll be all yours at the drop of a hat. We’ll romp all night long with our kit off And not part until we are sated enough. With you in a sheath and me on the pill, There’s no end to realising our wicked will. With me queen of the night and you my king We’ll take great pleasure in our passionate fling. We both work hard, and I too...
There’s no more potent symbol of sexual desire Than a couple making love before an open fire, Many an intimate kiss and a passionate hug Shared together on the fireside rug, Their bodies enveloped in two kinds of heat Before, satisfied, they are back on their feet. An artist who paints such a scene could start a fashion (If not scandal) with a picture called Burning, with passion: Be it for the picture, or for the fire, Or the way of realising desire. That old proposition, “Come to bed”, May become “Come to my fireside” instead.
Before my present spouse I met I practised bathing off day’s sweat, Got cleanliness to a fine art On the way to get a sweetheart. Maintaining cleanliness of self Is better for sexual health. It is respectful to your mate To bath or shower ere a date In the last hours before the wait To meet, then get more intimate. Put on a perfumed body spray; Your mate will be up for play. When fresh clean you’ll feel more flirty Before getting down and dirty! In such cleanliness I believe For getting like Adam and Eve. To her – your mate o’er...
Some couples, the night they acknowledge they're lovers, Will take off their clothes and dive under the covers, While others whose passions are running hotter-red Will not wait, but will make love ON TOP of the bed, While others still go, where they did not go before, In cars, tents, shady woods, long grass or on the floor. Whether starting over, or "losing their cherry", I believe a couple's first time should be merry!
(Advice to younger women from an older who has known being wronged.)
It's nice to chat up men and flirt, Providing you do not get hurt. I've had my share of shifty men Who promise you the earth and then Show themselves false and cheat on you Or use you as "someone who'll do" For time being, then will stray When another comes their way, Leaving you rejected, sore, Feeling treated as a whore.
We ding-donged ‘merrily on high’ One mile from earth up in the sky. Lest Mrs Grundy bats an eye, This was married life’s first fly. We’d reserved Lounge Five Ee Ecks Why, Just two of us to dignify In right amount of privacy. When we had drunk the champagne dry, A cheeky flash of bridal thigh Caught my lustful and groomly eye. Recliner seats got quite a try The day we joined Club Mile High!