games with nursey

one two

unbuckle my shoe

three four

kneel on the floor

five six

naughty licks

seven eight

ooh that's great

nine ten

do it again

eleven twelve

there's a box on the shelf

thirteen fourteen

does this mean we're courting

fifteen sixteen

the bed'll need fixing

seventeen eighteen 

let's try masticating

nineteen twenty

hot love a-plenty

candy crush - a confectionery romance

if you were a boiled sweet

my candy crush

you would be a gobstopper

or a humbug

and

I would take you onto my tongue

and clatter you between my teeth

caressing you 

bathing you in spittle

and I would

suck the sweet heart of you

and my saliva would turn to syrup

and ease down my throat

to that spot 

that never feels satisfied

and you at last

would fill me

with sugary satisfaction

but if you were a boiled sweet

and I did this

you would gradually

dissolve in my mouth

and smaller and smaller

would you become

I would still feel you against my raw cheeks

and fear the grip you had on my teeth

I would sense

where sugar had burned

and mint

and spice

burrowed into me

but then

there would be nothing

of you left

except the sticky gloss

on my lips

and the small

speck of aniseed

that I would hold

at times

between my incisors

until I lost it somewhere

rolling around 

at the back of my tongue

just a small gritty speck left

that

and the sweet memory

of my inexorable

sucking

A Lidl fantasy

You may be wondering why

I seem to be behind you

whenever you turn round

behind you at the freezers

as you reach to fetch

a bag of frozen peas

behind you at the fish counter

as you stretch across the glass

and point out mackerel you need

behind you as you contemplate the wine

dark fruity and red

or reach down bottles or aromatic gin.

The reason is quite simple

and I’m sure you know

that as you lean forward

the shadow of your briefs appears

through the thin white cotton

stretched across the firm rounds of your bottom

and my thoughts have been following

the textile terminator forward from your buttocks

to their antipodes

and in my head my fingers

have pulled at the soft elastic

and eased themselves

in to the warm damp nest beneath

and sought out your deepest crevices

and your touchiest velvet places

but now that you have checked out

all I can do is take my basket

and serve myself.

ps I bought honey,  cream,
 and some soft fruit 

gooseflesh

can you touch me now

the way you used to?

do you remember

how your fingers walked

the length of my thigh

from my knee to my smile

and how you teased

and tempted rigid knots

from tired muscles

and pumped hardness

into other playgrounds

and 

the sweet ice touch

of fingertip

found dangerous paths

to follow

and from

under my gooseflesh skin

raised by your scraping nails

you drew piping hot blood

from dark recesses

and spread it seeping

through these

humming capillaries

until we sang our soaring song

from roaring bellies

can you touch me

like that

again?

or has the burning spring that

fed you

come unwound

has the silken string that twined

our hearts

unbound

let our fingers

tongues and throats

speak of this

before it is too late

and conjure up

love's memory

before we reach
oblivion’s gate

contest

this is no soft lolling

we undertake

we dance no dance

we cradle no softness

in our arms

this is no pas de deux

no love that we may slake

ourselves withal

no easy cruising

in the downtown
of our caress

this is a battle

between you and I

a hard fought struggle

to maintain the dynamic world
of us
 

we plague each other

with a critic’s eye

and flay each other

as a whip unfurled

we thrust ourselves

beneath each other’s skins

to roughly irritate

and cruelly scratch

and salt the wounds

that we inflict within

and cheer the moment
when

the victory
we snatch

honey

a golden liquid

between your skin and mine

soft silk fluid

rich as butter

thick as wine

savour the sugar

taste bitter salt

as livid as ice cream

as precious as malt

remember the sour tang

of love on your lip

then dabble in these pools

with your cool tonguetip

sip at the source

and sup at the drip

swim the long night

in the passionate deep

watching you

Are you or are you not aware 

that from this seat here, where I sit composing lies

I can see into your room?

you have never once looked over to my window

but I know you intimately

for I have been watching you

I can see you when you come in through your door

and move across to open the wardrobe

I can see you when you sit on the edge of your bed

I can see you bending to undo your shoes

and slip them, toe to heel, toe to heel, to the floor

and I can see you fingerslip your tights down the slopes of your thighs

I can see you watching your reflection in the mirror

and I can see the subtle sagging of your breasts

as you relieve your body of your brassiere

and as your intimate garments slip down silky legs

I can see your hands move

to the dark diamond delta below your belly

and your preoccupation is why you may or may not

have noticed that at this time each evening this window

is never illuminated - because I am sitting here

in the dark watching you

and your lust fills the space between us

and while you release your passion

I do the same

and as you examine your skin

with a smoothing hand

I smooth mine

and as you slip naked

between your sheets

my grasp tightens

on the subject

we have both been avoiding

a trio in a coffee shop

you have spidery
in your eyes
oh, thou chased one

you sit and you smile
pain easing
that sweet seductive smile of yours
winning in its wistfulness

and your
being throbs
a pure-dropping lusciousness
dew-fresh, glistening
luring me across the table
and then
just as I submit

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you turn to your companion 
and kill me with a kiss

I hear me hating you
but cannot
I feel you loving me
but cannot
for he is there
simmering in your heart's eyes

as I flounder
in those pools

can of worms

fuck the diamond

that you are

for I see

into your creasing folds

I wrench myself

into your labial laments

and you enfold me

in the damp crystal

of your cunt

tempting me

with succulent

titbits

from the

can of worms

you say you keep

for me alone

but do you?

you slag

you drag me

entrails first

from down below

where I have

fitfully slept

you wrestle me

fighting into the night

with sharp red claws

drawing scars

on my crying cheeks

you chomp me down

like all the other

fat dick men

that you enjoy

but I

am just a fragment

of your partylife

that you leave

on the edge

of your plate

damp

with spittle

and unfulfilled lust

teeth

of all teeth

you have

the sharpest and

the pointiest

the chewing-est

and the grinding-est

for you are

a toothteaser

a molarmauler

an incisorinsister

a magicmasticator

you

who could with

your canines

rip flesh

where you find loose folds

gape

and there is hot breath

and lips

and your tongue

alive with

saliva

feed me fear

and pleasure

as you drag your

dangerous dentition

against my tenderest parts

scrape my oily skin

clean of saltsweet sweat

before

you licklap and lash your

lascivious luscious

tongue

and gnash down with

your lipsmacking

nutcracking

teeth