Lies

Don't lie to me and tell me
That you're just the same as me.
I really don't appreciate
Your stinking fantasy.
I know we're not that different,
What with breathing air 'n all,
But there's nothing else
We have in common,
'Baby',
Not at all.
Your soothing words
Were razor tipped
With purple enmity,
So shove this
Where it hurts most
'Babe',
You're not the same as me.

That's all.

Just.

No.

Sorry, what was the question?

Succubus returns

Come tip toe through my petalled mind

And show me how you'll please,

I'll raise a thought that seeds a storm

And brings a planet to its knees

Now dream your dreamscape, write it large,

And drive the lights away,

Undo the stays that hold the world

And bring my succubus to play

Your strength I take though lips and lust

Your cries all petered out,

Now all you are is mine to hold

Your soul, a dying shout.

You tiptoed through my seeping mind

And that was your mistake,

For all your love was mine to steal

And what I want, I take

Saturday Shoot

What a brilliant way to spend a Saturday afternoon!

Thanks to the lovely, and far too talented Jill Adams to whom photography is but one sting to her bow,

and the super stylist and dancer Ruby Adams, otherwise known as

Miss Cream Tease

I took part in my first photo shoot for about 10 years!

And miracles were worked.

I've attached a couple of the results below.

I can't wait for the next one.

THANK YOU LADIES!!!

Friday

Friday has come......
AT LAST!
It's a good job we've got the week
In between,
Otherwise we'd spend far too much time
On Friday's,
And not enough time
Looking forward to them.
Oh, for a week full of Fridays!

Sing

Sing a song of summer sounds,
To
Bring a heart of stone around,
Then
Take your soul inside the song,
And
Harmonise 'til 's reason's gone.

Repeat

At first I thought I couldn't,
And then I thought I could,
But never sure I shouldn't,
I wasn't sure I should.
It wasn't that I wouldn't,
It's probable I would,
For anything you shouldn't do
Is sure to turn out good.