ROMANTICALLY INCLINED TALES - ADMIRATION AND LUST
As I drive home from work, with the evening sun still beating down hot on the windscreen, I come to an abhorrent obstruction in the road, a cyclist the worst site to any driver with
"Bob, go to the Hilton” I was told "and meet Sam Barraclough” A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe I noticed her instantly as she entered powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
Amanda Campbell was a statuesque young woman of twenty something, she was tall and straight backed, which in itself was quite an achievement to stand upright when you considered the size of her breasts which were enormous, huge in fact.
Cathy Meardon entered Victoria Park a little after 8.30pm, she was apprehensive about walking through the park at dusk but she was late for an appointment so she had no real choice.
There's something about a cellist That really turns me on A female cellist obviously
Who is this vision in the summer's light? Adorned in cotton dress of white Shrouded in the scents of summer days
I stood in the shadows As I had often done before Out of sight, to see yet be unseen
Its said 'that men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses' But what if the girl is wrapped within
Elegant and beautiful I thought Admiring the girl on the horse I couldn’t take my eyes off her No glance back at me of course
Hair of Titian Tumbles unchecked Falling untamed Over pale flesh Like autumn leaves Stark in contrast Like blood drops On a fall of snow
On the hill top she chose to hide In the home where her parents reside