I like writing stories about various subjects as well as sex. Some are fiction and others are about real events - hopefully with a humourous slant.
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All women turn me on.
I think naughty would be an understatement.
I don't lick other people's ice cream and vice a versa.
Dunno about racist but it's definitely fascist along with all the other silly bits of cloth like the Union Jack, The Stars and Stripes etc. Time we ignored all these tribal symbols and the childish confrontations they encourage.
Chest Fever - The Band.
Elvis's manager was an illegal immigrant which was the reason that he never did a gig outside the U.S.
I hear the words but they don't sink in. My mind can't hold what you're saying. Feeling the years, I'm holding back tears. You're putting a voice to my worst fears. Days used to be brighter and we could laugh at time. Years have gone, we're getting on, being old's a crime. Life burns out in a smoky haze, It gets shorter as the memories fade. One door closes, another one shuts, ...
Added 17 Aug 2013 | Category Love Poems
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We don't meet out on the street but in some secluded corner. Where I gaze into her eyes, wondering who is telling lies. These sweet stolen moments are craved all the time, Inside intense emotions, outside I'm just fine. There are times I've touched her soul and I feel that I have reached her. No common sense to spoil the dream this is not a sordid scheme. Embrace, then she's...
Added 05 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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The day it all started everything seemed normal to the point of mundanity. As he entered he noted the familiar smell of pot-pourri that seems to cling to all charity shops. He looked around the rails of secondhand clothing dominated as usual by female garments. His eyes searched swiftly and he saw the shelves of books at the back beside CDs and video tapes of discarded movies. Amongst the...
Added 02 Apr 2013 | Category Love Stories
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Celine. Stare at the screen, Eyes are so green. Only a screen, Can they be seen. She'll always be, A mystery. If we ever met, Would it be to regret? Finger tip, holds down a key. A digital dream that's my Celine. Verse: Electro machine, Can it still mean, Something real, Though virtual. Verse: Willing to go, With this cyber falling. I can't...
Added 18 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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Litomerice On the streets of ancient stone we wandered in the snow. Made love every day, our bodies seemed to know. The only choice to hold on tight. Not caring what's wrong or right. It's good to know and feel the pain. Expose yourself to love's domain. Orene is the one I love she's my Prague fantasy, An absinthe dream come true, a new reality. Its not a love...
Added 17 Nov 2012 | Category Love Poems
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The Innocent Audience. My girlfriend Alena and I have a ground floor flat in a three storied house in a quiet Prague Suburb. The windows of our kitchen overlook the back garden which is also joined to the back garden of the house opposite. There is a gate in the fence that separates the two gardens. She is very attractive with long red hair, a pretty face with...
Added 21 Aug 2009 | Category Voyeur
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