No need for flowers....


Don’t you hate that serious poetry

Organised lines and overcompensated mean

When people wank on about the trees

With gentle kiss

And flowing hair

Where babies lie…with one eyed bears.



Don’t you hate the gentle flow of streams

A sensuous touch above the knee

A sunlit room

A moon beam glow

A smoked filled sunbeam all on show

My world doesn’t move me so



I don’t want to hear broken bodies die

Nor wonder of the movement in her eyes

Or simmer

As my heart doth cry.

When does anyone feel better

That I reveal

The tenderness

of their Achilles heal?




Lets

talk of

cock

and

have a fuck

Don’t thank me for my gentle touch

Grab hold of me, grab hold my hair

Push me and thrust till I feel fear

Make me sweat as your voice rasps in my ear




You’ll hear me scream ……when you remove your touch

You’ll feel me gush

As you release your clutch

As I fall to my side

As my pussy withdraws

No coercive rain

To know I’m yours




Between my legs

Just lay your head

For this is the place we shall call

Our bed

Can’t see the stars or the swirling night

I’m breathing heavily

Our sexual delight

As I lay

As we lay in our crumpled state

The morning will come

And we shall simply

wake….