Showing posts with label Affection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Affection. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 August 2008


Team G.B are doing well in the Olympics and being an eternal optimist I'm sure that when Fabio Capello's England team take on the Czech Republic tomorrow night they will do just as well.

My fascination with the England football fiasco, oops I mean team, goes back a long way, I've always enjoyed watching them play, especially when it's a do-or-die game, but aren't they ALWAYS do-or-die games? I can't remember a time when I haven't thrown myself one hundred per cent behind the lads, feeling their anticipation in the run up before a match, their excitement when they knock seven bells out of er...someone and their pain when they lose. Yes Sir, I'm with my boys all the way, from the sweet smelling dressing room to the green and pleasant pitch and then back again.

But why do they always have to drag me and millions of other footie fans through the corridors of hell every time they play a game. Why can't they, just for once and just for me, get loads of goals in the first half and then go into defence or something.
Oh I'm a girl I don't know about things like the off-side rule and professional fouls all I know is that I can't do the hiding-behind-the-settee thing for much longer because 1. I'm having trouble bending down and 2. My heart can't take no more footballing catastrophes.
So as much as I love my boys, and this love is the real thing, I'm not sure if, come Wednesday night, I'll be able to bear listening to the game on the wireless.

At least if it was on the telly I'd get a little bit of gladness on account of me being able to sit open mouthed and watch as Becks glides around in a graceful manner.
But knowing moi, I will be ready, willing, and just about able to love and accommodate 12 fit men in my sitting room, I just hope that when the final whistle blows, I can leap from behind my very tattered settee throwing both my fist and a surprised Monty into the air.
Oh Yes Yes Yes!

So to sum up, tomorrow night I'll have a young black haired male clinging to my frontage whilst I scream blue murder from behind the settee for my boys in red and white.
But what about today?

Today:
The sticking of excess flesh behind the ears with sellotape
Experiencing the joy of concocting the perfect Lemon Puddle Pudding
The completion of a love letter
Plastering face with Concealer in case someone mistakes me for an elderly Leopard when I go out.
Seeing how long I can bend over without fainting

Thursday, 12 June 2008

Poem

Simmering, you watch me,
coming to my boil
Rolling round you pull me,
in movements quick and bold
Blazing, you inflame me,
so effortlessly I take you in

Intensely then you grind me,
with your favoured rocking lilt
Slowing down, you take me,
to that great and saintly place
Roaring quietly just love me,
till the aubergine sky turns blue

Generously now you gave me,
light diamonds for my darkness
Silently, you saved me,
risking shouts, risking fall, risking all
Gloriously strong you held me
together from cracking self.

Monday, 19 May 2008

Zzzzzzzzzz

A few pre-Ovaltine thoughts.

Red

Red is my favourite colour
its life matches my own.
And to have red touching my skin
is to me
like
warm thick fingers on a good hot hand
spreading out to covet my soul.
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For The Duchess

Your package to me
large
undisciplined and very you
Sucking on sweet Mr Ford
reminded me why I like you so bloody much
Here grab this you said
eat it you fainting English Rose
so I did.
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For Caesar

The soft hard Swiss
rolls up and over his glorious mountains
going down he
consumes with his long stiff tongue for all his life
her sweetness.
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And finally for the Bed Bugs

Trawl and drag your silly legs
in and out my private areas
nestle and make yourself at home
I'll not be disturbing you tonight.

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Goodnight