Month: August 2015

Kiss of Death

With soft fleshy lips
pressed hard
full against my mouth
He could suffocate me with one kiss
Yet I would die happy
With a joyous tingling inside
Willing him to keep his luscious lips on mine

When his hands firmly hold my neck
Thumb trailing over my jaw
Fingers curling around my throat
He could halt the intake of air
Yet suffocation would bring only desire
As I sigh and die
By his warm hands

Amidst the Roses

The roses smell sweeter
When wet
Crushed under the arch of your back
Delicate petals
Sodden with sweat
Paper thin shells
Pressed into lush grass
Flattened by the force
Of desire

I remember it well

The nights you came to me
Secret trysts under trellis’
Stolen kisses
As the sun raced us home

Your skin glistening with sweat then
Hot breathe on my neck
As you panted my name
The moment you gave yourself

Over to passion
Over to love
Over to me

I remember it well

My beautiful picture

A glimpse into Darkside Thursday

It lay before him

The charred remains of a hollowed out corpse. He looked down in bewilderment, eyes wide and frantic and he turned to see the empty auditorium.
I watched him in the dim light, his face awash with confusion. I almost felt sorry for him as he sunk to his knees and placed his head in his hands……almost.

If I hold my breath and strain my ears I can just about hear the low sobs. The slow gulps of realisation catching in his throat, the raspy whisper of his voice repeatedly stating ‘what have I done, what have I done’. Like a mantra he repeats this to himself, rocking back and forth as if this will somehow force him to regain his memory. Clearly this is not going to work for him, I chuckle to myself as I push up the lever.
With a click and a whirring the spotlight hits the stage highlighting the mutilated corpse and forcing him to spring to his feet.

“Who is it? Who’s there?”

His face drained of colour as he frantically looked around. Searching for an answer, searching for the spotlight’s operator…searching for me

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Something for Darkside Thursday – To catch up with Andy’s latest darkside then click HERE

Inspiration from George

I thought as a little thank you for all reblogs on George for Fun I would write something inspired by the man himself so this is a little poem based on the inspiring words he promotes 🙂

Life is Short

Enjoy life
Live it to the fullest
Cram every little bit of happiness
Into the short time available
Don’t wait
Just do

Believe
Allow your dreams to soar
Reach for the stars
They are not out of reach
If you only try

Love
Yourself and those dear
Hold them close
And share out your heart
It will last longer
Living within memories
Than beating in life

Take control
Don’t let others push you
Down wrong paths
Take the road less travelled
Accept the bumps and bruises
But find joy the other side

And trust
Trust that you are enough
Always

Chasing pieces of me

It is entirely too much

to keep up with all of me

All of the time

It’s apparent that somewhere

Along the twisted lines

Of facades, personalities

Alternate appearances

Somehow I have come adrift

My connections worn free

Where once appeared a fluid

but singular form

Now houses a choir of voices

A crowd of faces-filtered

Over surface and manner

In place of a rollercoaster of thoughts

The jumble of a mystery bag

Feelings that would pop at random

Currently sliced in parts

Each sliver of me

Claiming a name

Shouting in secular voice

Grasping an entire being

For its own

A shard of emotion enlarged

Forged into a solitary being

All calling out at once

Wriggling from my grasp

And leaving me lost

An empty vessel

hollowed of being

Desperately chasing pieces of me

Attempting to be whole again

How to cure manflu – Part 2

Step one – Assess the patient

If still and quiet,

tucked up in bed

Kneel beside him

Feel his forehead

If snuffling and sneezing

Shivering with sweat

Prepare for the evening

In your kitchenette

Make the soup

(See part 1)

But if you come home

Find your man on the couch

Snuggled in blankets

Being a grouch

When you ask how he feels

He tells you he’s dying

Whimpering and wailing

Wants Vicks rub applying

Now for the decision

This is really  Manflu

Are you wanting to cook

Or consider step two

Step two – Assemble miracle cure

Take two black stockings

Stretched up to thighs

One khol black liner

Apply to eyes

Paint your lips

To ruby red

Balance a nurse cap

On your head

Fasten tight

Your push up bra

Slip on high heels

It’s not that far

Dab self with scent

Pull on lace thong

Zip up nurse dress

You can’t go wrong

Then over patient

You must lean

To show him how

Things could have been

If he were well

Then out the blue

You find he doesn’t

Have manflu

How to cure manflu – Part one

Three sweet onions thinly sliced
Four thick garlic bulbs finely diced
A cube of butter melted down
One sizzling pan for glazing brown
Stir widdershins with wooden spoon
While humming softly, light in tune
Ready beef stock, rich with heart
Entwine balsamic, strong and dark
Two large cups of blood red wine
A glug of brandy over time
Fan the heat until it boils
Simmer down then taste your spoils
Season to acquired taste
Sprinkle parsley chopped in haste



After having a Get well soon theme pop up on the reader
SEE HERE
And chatting with the ‘suffering’ I felt inspired to share my cure in a more poetic form.
Keep an eye out there is more to come *winks*