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Escalator



Have you watched

a pleasant shaped

blue-jean clad

derriere just

several steps

before your gaze

as you travel upon

the escalator?



And, have you

been polite

and looked

downward instead

so as to look

at the pencil thin

heels of a pair of

black patent leather

high arch shoes?

Grazing Herd



Sitting on a bench seat midst green

between Pall Mall and Bixteth Street

on a sunny day.



I sit watching passers-by, as I slowly,

very slowly, eat my egg batch and sip

at my coffee …



And it strikes me, as another person

passes by, paper-bag in hand, that

many eat ‘on the hoof’ as it were …



And, I smile, as I wonder to myself,

“Have we become a nation of cattle?”

Dressed …



Dressed to please

and

posed to tease -

with your buttocks

raised …

I stand,

admire …

and

… slowly

draw back my hand.



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RainingLove
03:35 May 05 2010

this one has me blushing yet ready for a spanking!

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Heels



I see -

long

tapered heels,

shiney

… and black,

that hold

within

… a delicate sling-back

a

well-shaped

foot

… that I know

where to put …

if she will let me.



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RainingLove
03:36 May 05 2010

seductive...

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Coutesy of a recent revist to the Mueseum of past hurts, I re-encountered and wrote this ...





- My Best Friend -



Hell me ~

Hell you …

what a thing

- for you to do



You went with him

when it shoulda

bin me:



You went with him

When I thought

you were mine



What was it?

Just a different wine?



An only now

can I look back and see ~

just why it happened

in the way it did.



You grew up fast

An it couldn’t last

- when ambition took over

I had rolled over …

Just like rover.



An we didn’t talk

- so, I shall

not balk

at the end of it an all

- an all …



But, ‘Hell on you’

an ‘Hell on me’

- why on earth

could I not see … ?



… just what was happened

in front of me?



I couldn’t cope

- didn’t have a hope -

An he’d offered

to be a friend …



Some friend …

my best friend.

Waiting … to Commute



I watched the man walk,

to and fro ~

being careful where he

puts each foot.



Is he avoiding the ants?

I mused,

Or, are the ants avoiding him?



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Morning Commuter



Catch the first sunlight

of the morning

Just as it’s dawning

so as to catch the train.



And your eyes are heavy

from the night before

and a drink with the lads

that had ended in the park

with a girl,

whose name just went

in that alcoholic swirl

as you had closed your eyes.



Then, the alarm, shrill

and annoying sounded its call

to rise, at ten past six.



And, you’d lain there awhile,

wearing a light smile,

as you’d tried to recall

the night before, were you where

and … even your name.

It’s so often the same.



Now, you wait for the train

and your head leans forward

your tongue stuck to the roof

of your mouth.



And once more you doubt

whether it’s worth it

when you have to endure the

Monday Morning Commuter Blues …