Monday, 1 January 2018

You Knew








You knew when you
bought it that your
lovely lingerie would be
ruined, your stockings tight about
wrists and bedposts, your
damp panties blinding you, your
bra yanked down to pout your
breasts for unknown mouths, your
mouth gasping, agape for
someone’s sex.

You knew their smells
hung about you as you
woke him, and yet he
kissed you passionately,
rolled under you,
slid into your
abused wet centre, tasting
man and woman as you
whispered your debauchery and
rode his beloved body.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

And with thanks for inspiration to lelasdesires.tumblr.com

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Tent



This tent is my house,
warm and welcoming to
those whom I
love with all my heart.

When someone leaves the tent
there is a cold draught that
chills us all, causing us to
cleave closer together.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and-Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Tension






Don't make me wait as the
sun's stripes whip me from
throat to thigh as I
kneel here wet so
don't make me wait.



(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com  and Holden-and Camille.Tumblr.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Make-Up Remover II


I wake without make-up
panicked in a strange bed
dawn always making me look
drawn and I’m torn between
ringing my husband to
arrange a pick-up or
finding my make-up in the
wreakage of a good night
repainting to wake the
dark shape next to me with a
red ring round his penis when his
face looms over mine murmuring
“Morning beautiful” and
commences a kiss that makes me
forget all the aforementioned and
most else besides.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Make-Up Remover


The face you wore tonight is now
smeared on my sheets, my
pillow, my face, and your
parloured hair is decidedly
unkempt, your sleepy eyes
between locks accepting this
new openness, this
new nakedness.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Selfie in Context


I didn’t just want you to see me
near-naked but see me in context:
high above burnt-out docks,
amidst the sort of
uncomfortable furniture you used to
bruise my body on,
taking me as I take this,
each act lost in the
burnt-out sky
without context.


(For LHSC)

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Hotel Sheets


Even within the
crisp, clean
hotel sheets I
couldn’t rest, my
insistent erection
unconsoled by my hand, my
mind full of images of
unconsoled women.

The alarm startled me,
twisted in sodden sheets,
still erect, thinking of
when you used to know
what to do with that.