I baked him Shepherd's Pie

It's strange to cook English food
I mean, what is English food?
I mean what?
But a recipe arrived
And I followed the instructions
I went by the book
I read word for word
A pinch was a pinch
And a tablespoon a tablespoon
But the result was tasteless, insipid
Yes, insipid
He said this was English food
Functional not tasty
A Protestant feast
But he said I had missed one ingredient
'Love'
And he was right
A recipe without 'love' is not a recipe
A dish without 'love' is not a dish
And without 'love', life is insipid.

Why do some men remember me?

It is freakish, it is

strange
It is alarming, sometimes charming
It is a lottery, a game of chance
And sometimes depressing

I often want to forget
But not to be forgotten
To be thought of fondly
And not to be rotten

I want to excite
In fantasies and dreams
To warm ageing minds
And lift dormant cocks

I want to be on your lips
And on your tongue
I want to be whispered
And to know it was fun

Because that makes it so much better

Three times, I'm No Lady

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjfq0Fr85Yg

He wanted it all the time
All the time
But I didn't

He talked about it
All the time
But I didm't

He took photos
In all positions
But I didn't

He kissed me
All over
But I didn't

He exploded
In a minute
But I didn't

He wanted more
But he couldn't
But I could
I said again
But he didn't

Mirror, mirror on the wall.....

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who was the very best fuck of all?'
'It's difficult to tell as you seemed to enjoy
Most of them
Or you made the right noises!'

'Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who gave me the best orgasm of all'?
'It's difficult to tells as you were often loud
Does loud mean good?
Or were you just making the right noises?'

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who had the very best cock of all?'
It is difficult to tell as you hid
Most of them inside you
And all of them made the right noises!'

'Mirror mirror on the wall
It was you who fucked me best of all
You gave me the best orgasm
And you had the best cock
I know because I loved watching you.'

Men with moustaches

When I look at a man
I always see a moustache
A black moustache
A black, curly moustache

Men like wearing my moustache
They look at me with greedy eyes
Wearing my moustache
Eating my moustache

I see tongues vanishing
Into my moustache
I see a tongue darting
In an out of my moustache

Men wear my moustache
Until they dress and then return it
For someone else to wear
And they do!

Club Prive Roma

  In a club Prive

In a Club Prive
Naked
I sat talking
About the weather

In a Club Prive pool
Naked and wet
I sat in conversation
About football

In a Club Prive bar
Still naked
I complained
About the price of food

In a Club Prive private room
Naked but covered by men
I was fucked
Again and again

We all look ridiculous with our pants around our ankles!

I've had moments with managers
I've had polite politicians
I've had desirable doctors
And caring chefs

I've had busy times with businessmen
I've had tender teachers
I've had sexy solicitors
And active accountants

I've had jealous journalists
I've had a good fucking from footballers
I've had attentive actors
And protesting policemen

But when their pants are around their ankles
I have to laugh
They are the same
And all as ridiculous as each other

And that is often what sex is
X
So just enjoy
Don't give sermons