Taken From a Diary Found
He claimed that she
was more
refreshing even
than bathing in
a mountain stream ..
Far more
exhilarating than
that first
free fall or
his last wet dream ..
More risqué
and exciting
than when she first
gave him head
in the back of a cab
when
all the lights
were on red ..
Or even in the staff
canteen ..
Oh’ yes indeed, she
really was
something else ..
…………
dated but not signed ..
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Author:
Neville (
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I'm gonna dash to meet her! Though it will cause me several swoons. I can't take Fido along with me. He will quench any ardour, dampen any excitement, etc. lol.
She'll be long gone by now .. they dont hang around once the lights change and the inks dry .. but she used to live just off the A45 outside Northampton 🐧👍
Get away with it in the stiff canteen....?
Better than the mile high rub....?
The stuff risqué fantasies are made of, Nev (risqué as in risky......).🙂
Some things have a tendency to bring out the |French in me .. but I get ya drift Dave 🙂
A woman can transform a man's life,
Or cause severe harm to give strife,
She can make him forever rejoice
By having at his side equipoise,
Or she can make him have displeasure,
With agony that God even can't measure!
That's women for ya .. thanks for poemizing your response to my latest scribble .. I assure you, it is very much appreciated
Ah yes - - she be the one to remember as writ in a time back when and now resurrected versed so appealingly fresh................x.
Its the only way I can keep them alive .......... thanks a bundle our Fay .. x
Or - you found my old dairy? I thought I binned it! lol.
You should be more careful 🙊
A lady the you will always remember Neville.
Andy
How'd ya guess 😎
a sobering read, Hyung
a bleak tale
that brings up memories
we all have repressed, far
far
in our cupboards of ashamed regret...
(youth's vigour, as unashamed ignorance
transmuted
by life's bruises, as old age's haunting mirrors of shame..
funny
we demand to be treated with respect
yet seldom do we recognise how easily
cruelty, comes to us so naturally innate
devil's in those stains, we fail to witness
as our very own, handiwork of callous
indifference)
I'm glad you could read through the lines brother ..
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