Forbidden

Scanning the vista of delights

His eyes on automatic, pre-programmed for attraction

You need to have specifics when faced with this beautiful bounty

Succulent inside with colourful wrappers

Some catch the eye, bold as they are red

Experience has taught him these can be as sweet as they are sour

He narrows his search, a peachy flesh

And then, hidden by a slender piece in canary, is his desire

Saliva forms in his anticipation

A smile forming with his rising heart beat

He reaches for her, hand slightly trembling

The curves of her body holding his gaze

Smooth and toned skin, his fingertips discover

The others part momentarily as he grasps her, pulling her close

Space she occupied, retaken in that instant

Perfume of sweet enjoyment reaches out to his nostrils

Inhaling the fragrance, this temporary narcotic

Closer now, right in front of him, skin to skin

Just lingering there increases his arousal

Should he remove her pale green outfit, or take her as she is, in his lust

His lips kiss her neck, dry to his wet

Overwhelmed by his longing to have her

He’d had others like her before and many left him satisfied and comforted

Would she be the same or maybe even better?

Impatient to feel her flesh he moves in closer, primed to make his move

Devouring her, he digests her succulent juices

Too much for him running about his face

Climaxing at her taste, he pulls away

She seems different now

And it dawns on him, what a lovely pear!

Clinging

The waves crash upon the shore
Like the cuts to my heart you tore
As the tide begins to recede
Memories of our life, I long to believe.

Alone (a stab at a song)

Dark clouds are drawing close and near

Yet you are far away from here

The simple things I miss the most

Your tooth brush, your name on the post

Chorus

Exploring the past seems a fruitless game

Was either of us solely to blame?

The truth remains that you have gone

I’m still wondering for how long?

From the clouds pours the rain

I start to feel the fullest pain

Words that I should have said to you

My lack of action made you blue

Chorus

Exploring the past seems a fruitless game

Was either of us solely to blame?

The truth remains that you have gone

I’m still wondering for how long?

Bridge

You’re not the first, though I wished the last

My heart's in tatters, the dies been cast

I tried too hard to play it cool

Now I’m left a broken fool

The rain has eased the clouds hang around

I wander bewildered, about this town

Desperately searching for your face

Reality says you’ve left this place

Closing Chorus

Exploring the past seems a fruitless game

Was either of us solely to blame?

The truth remains that you have gone

I still kid myself it won’t be for long?

So once again I’m all alone

Another victim - witness - far gone

PoetryNovice 2012

Beach patrol

The powerful effect of sun and beach
Scantily dressed women, men on heat
Vacation removes troubles, helps you relax
Closer together, sexual to the max

And still men in speedo's patrol the beach
The hot twenty somethings, so far out of reach
The slightest gaze makes him feel great
Oblivious to the paunch, southward gravitates

Thinking he looks a million dollars, acting real cool
Hovering near girls, not seeing the fool
Believing this life is rich and his to take
Unwilling to recognise his desires are fake
Reality hits him, removes his charm
As a younger suitor takes her arm.

Simple indecision

He caught her looking at him
He wondered what it meant
Her beauty was outstanding
She must be heaven sent

He broadened his smile
He wanted to say hello
The moment slipped by
He would never know.

Homebound

Home beckons, some minutes more
Dusk battles with the coming of night
A white backdrop losing its way to grey, then charcoal
Light drizzle to welcome us serial commuters, on this autumn eve.

Humble late night snack

The uneven surface of small bumps and plains
Irregular burnt colour has caught it in the main
Sturdy and unattractive to look and hold
To spread or place food upon it, is only for the bold
It has many rivals, water and Hovis
With purpose to remain firm and crisp
Until that first bite, usually through cheese
The explosion of cracker, a simple palate to please
Devastation of what remains is left to chance
Cracks in the flooring, now a skill of balance
Too much pickle and it's a sticky end
This fragmented snack - lovely - drives me round the bend.