Naughty Tonight (New Year’s Night)

Its the season to be naughty

The Christmas tree is all lit

I’m in my sexy lingerie – the one you bought me for my birthday, silly:

Thigh stockings and a Santa’s hat

I’ve got a red wine on ice

Candle lights are all around

All, I want is you tonight –

Your touch, your kiss

I want to inhale your essence

I want your hands grasping my booty rough

Sit back and let me lap dance on your groin

Twist my hair in your grip

Make me feel nasty and dirty

I want to be your bitch

As you always are my king

Let’s ’69 on the floor

Hear me gasp, beg you for more

I want you all hard in my mouth

As I screech and whimper till I dismount

From your face

Take me away from this place

The New Year’s almost here

I want you inside me, my dear

Let me climax at the hour of midnight

And sleep on your chest till the full moon passes by.


Loving You is a Drug

Loving you is a drug

I know I should quit you

But the further I stay clear

The more I want you near.

Loving you is like a black potion

Effervescent, implicit

So much I don’t wish to commit to stay

Yet here I am again.

Loving you is a hurt I yearn for everyday

In bed I lie in bed awaiting your return

Your sultry voice whispering my name

That also comes with your touch.

Victoria’s Secret

Her name was Victoria and she had a secret

It came in the form of questions

Of which I, at that moment, unceremoniously bore the answer:

To guess if she had on any bra under her shirt

And if right, were her nipples hard or relaxed

She wrapped a blindfold around my eyes

All I had of her presence was her perfume: Coco Chanel

She proffered my hand and laid it on her thigh

Come on, big boy,” she teased. “I’m waiting.”

Sultry lips coated with lipstick

Her hand stole onto my crotch

I was hard: I wanted her so bad.

We were in her home, in her bedroom on Lenox Avenue

The wind from the lake ruffled the curtains

Her husband was out of town

The neighbours might have seen us together

Noisy bastard, except she didn’t care

My hands roamed past her thigh to grasped her rump

She chortled. “Warmer,” she cooed

Under her shirt they slipped

I gasped at the feel of her naked skin


I cupped her tits

Naked; her nipples hard and excited

She laughed and flung off her shirt

She sat on my lap and loosened my blindfold

Now, my secret is yours,” she murmured,

Sealing my lips with a kiss.


One day, and it is coming,

Just like the northern strong winds

I will become old and grey

Skin shrivelled and brain senile

Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand

And reminisce more about the past:

Did I love you enough?

Did I play with the kids often?

Did we smile and laugh a lot?

Just as we were there to bury our Dead

When we too become dead

Who will pick up the burden to bear?

So many questions

My mind grows weary with fear

This cup of tea is getting warm

Like me seated here by the fireplace alone

While outside it has started to snow.

A Song to Myself


Today I wrote a song to myself

Nobody else was invited

These walls shield my music

These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .

Today I did away with you from my mind

I can only drink your wine too much

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings

Become revelers at my wake . . .

Today the sun did not come out to play

It was the first day all over again

I walk the wilderness alone

All I have for company is my shadow . . .

This is a song to myself

Dark and bleak, so it seems

I hear Rama crying for her lost son

How was it to know it was me all along.