November 19, 2012

 

 

 

 

Once again she found herself sinking

into that self indulgent swamp.

Where her guilty pleasure of wanton desire,

recalled glorious nights of romp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tis but a game and now

the match is spent.

The flame is but a flicker.

The loser pays the rent.

 

 

 

 

 

Their love sure stood the test of time,

their loyalty never wavered.

Though enduring many an off beat crotchet,

they had a love that never quavered.

 

 

 

 

November 6, 2012

 

 

When you’re young and in love

and passion is hot,

there’s no greater pleasure

than when he’s gripping your bot.

 

When you’re aged and wobbly

and passion is forgot,

there’s no greater feeling

than when he is not.

 

 

 

November 2, 2012

 

 

Time and again the same types

seem to capture our desire,

as we jump out of the

frying pan into the fire.

 

 

October 31, 2012

 

 

So fast it appeared, leaving no time to think

A love made aware by a meaningful blink

A future secured with indelible ink,

leaving one quite amazed and tickled pink.

 

 

 

October 20, 2012

 

 

Never a cross word between them,

nor even a frustrated look of concern.

As a couple they had that rare closeness,

most long for, yet few seldom learn.

 

 

October 18, 2012

 

 

When all is said and done,

as decades travel on, the

mind reflects on happy times,

and confirms you are the one.

 

 

 

 

The forgiveness shone from his eyes.

His lingering blink spelt out defeat.

In this game of mindless competitiveness,

he was a push-over, so easy to beat.

 

 

 

October 16, 2012

 

 

Talk her round, give her the

same old bull.

Promise her the moon, and a

glass that is always half full.

 

 

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