I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Wry wisecracks and chiseled chin I want to be your ‘Bogey’ man Rye whiskey and boyish grin. I could be your private eye And you, Bacall in satin gown I could be your rugged guy From down the seedy end of town. Call me up in d...
Pamela was a princess Prim and proper was her style Pickiness personified Perfection made her smile. She knew the proper people Played polo (always won) Putting people in their places Was Pam’s idea of fun. Her suitor, Peter Perrin (A prick who drove a Po...
The rickety racket of crickets Scrapes against my head On a single-sheet summer night. A sheen of sweat on your shoulder. Tentative fingers draw an awed sigh As they reverently ride The sensuous scoop of your hips. A murmured stirring. Hush now, don’t wak...
BOOM I slink back in my room but I know it’s too soon and catch the whiff of the fume Of my earlier doom. She’s left a note on the doona “That’s life” is her tune and my head just goes BOOM. As the loneliness looms. Epilogue So sweet but with a dark side...
Once your breathing returns to something like normal, you open your eyes. You turn your head to the side, slowly, not daring to break the spell that has you cocooned in a private world of sexual hunger. You look at my eyes, glazed over as if in a waking d...
When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sens...
It’s a special day – your birthday perhaps, I tell you a few days before that we’ll be going out ...”Somewhere nice, so wear something you feel really good in – something sexy might be good.” I suggest with a smile. To your surprise, for our ‘special even...
