Monthly Archives: December 2010

Hi Def

I am a close-up,
in your face,
relentless,
tears rolling down my
Hi Def cheeks,
my pores open for your
delectation: perhaps
you would like to see what
I had for lunch or
what became of it?

Age not withering?

I know we add up to over a hundred;
that I am the snowy side of grey and you are
artfully dyed;
that we both have more handles than
love can comfortably manage;
that some of love’s lexicon
is now Greek to us: but
don’t you, like I,
sometimes want to
get a room?

Your “friend”

If it is plastic, metal, glass,

or the end of a bottle;

even if it’s realistic,

with veins and all;

or much bigger than me;

if it’s humming makes you shiver;

black or green or putridly pink;

lasts all night or until the

batteries expire:

I don’t mind.

But if it’s rubber,

hot-water-filled and

clasped tightly to your bosom,

I hate it ‘til it hurts.

“Cheap Music”(Noel Coward)

We always want our adolescence back

to unmake, unprepare,

undecide our lives;

unkiss kisses– kiss deeper had we known;

dance as we should have, recklessly;

thought as we wanted, heedlessly;

loved as we ought, thoughtlessly.

We craved the false horizon of an alternate world

wherein anything could happen:

but it didn’t, so we listen and

leak tears in draughty kitchens to

other adolescences.

Traffic

I am not stuck in traffic,

the traffic is stuck in me:

in my gut, an obstruction, the thing

people sigh about as they pass,

thankful to be gone, relieved

not to be the cause.

Fox

Fox made tracks,

figures of eight in fresh snow,

seeking to escape

winter’s blank hunger.

Temperature's Rising

Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That

MULTIGLOM

The Anne Billson blog

A Submissive Wife

Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.

Life of a Kinky Wife

Marriage with a Twist

The Weaver of Words

"Poetry is what happens when your mind stops working, and for a moment all you do is feel." -Atticus

Works of an Unsettled Mind

Stories, Poems and Titillating Epitaphs

Upashna

In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.

My Liver's Trying to Kill Me!... Oh Wait.

A Journey to a Healthier Me.

The Wild Heart of Life

"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce

Veronica Love-Wylde

Erotic Poet and Artist - Welcome to My Sensual World

my controlled ascent

living and loving as a married submissive in my D/s marriage

Filimages

A quoi servent les images que l'on ne montre pas ?

Jupiter's Lair

Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...

A Quest for the Uncliche

Dream. Explore. Learn. Repeat.. Let's traverse on the paths less taken and explore whole new worlds

Sex Matters

Don't Lose it