What Kind Of Weather Is This?

What kind of weather is this?
Instead of morning, I'm greeted by mist,
Shivering as if my nerve endings are searching an exit route,
I grab as many layers as possible, even tempted to throw on my suit,
What kind of weather is this?
"I'm not leaving", Me and this House Heater will learn to co-exist!

Questioning what is colder out there,
Their hearts or the equally as icy air,
I've got socks on,
Not 1, Not 2, I got lots on,
That I Don't intend to, tend to, while its ten or under,
These degree marks academics have no bearing on, as my body warmth becomes asunder,
Thunder..
We wish,
This climatic revenge was definitely served cold; no dish.
What kind of weather is this?
Is stepping out worth the risk?
I beg to differ,
I beg to dinner,
Just for the condensation fuelled fumes that hover the plate,
Is it melodramatic to state, that I hate, that this weather hath sealed my fate??

What kind of weather is this?
Biting my fingertips, but never offering a kiss,
RUDE!!
At least with a female, we couldve got nude,
This weather hasn't given me anything but chill,
As it desperately tries to transmit trailing germs to get me ill,
I veer left and right, dodging its slicing traumatic temperature tingles,
What kind of weather is this? No Paddy, but taking out a nation in singles.

As I Walk These Streets...

As I walk these streets,
Do you observe the treats?
Mine or yours?
Or a mixture of each?
Ha Ha Ha
Well its only but natural,
To find out if fact is factual.
I see everything,
My eyes are just good liars,
Smoothly rolling over all, like good tyres,
Never too worn,
Clever to warn..
about life as a bed,
Messing up sheets!
Oh these trecherous streets!!

As I walk these streets,
Questioning all that to which my innocent eye meets,
Motive or purpose,
Notice the circus?
Forced flamboyance,
Different or annoyance?
I feel dated,
But I'm single,
Appeals faded,
Not a tingle,
I don't feel for you anymore,
I don't steal to leave it sore,
Have a heart!
But instead I see you a street apart,
I've walked these streets for many years,
Never seen you, never felt to throw frustrated flares,
But things have changed,
We walk on the same slabs,
but your steps are rearranged,
Generational shift,
Occasional or swift?....

As I walk these streets,
I now understand nothing was ever owed to me,
or owned by me,
Everything changes whether great to grimey,
Smooth to slimey,
We are in a multitude of heterogeneity,
Your actions too are part of this story of stages,
Whether or not you mean it to be,
So nod the acknowledgement of difference,
As I walk these streets giving new understanding deliverance.

BED-Time

I get in and I savour the feeling,
Flat-vertical, I don't favour the kneeling,
Whilst I know it’s highly appealing,
I cannot 40 Wink into a final blink, so sleep I'm never stealing.

Warm, welcoming and cosy,
But rest looks me in the face a stranger- it knows ME!
Soft, solace of recuperation,
But my feet shuffle like this bedding is Bhangra and i’m Asian.
Confused!?
Lying nude!
Nothing lewd.
My mind somehow perceives sinking into the mattress crude.
It’s about that time!
My watch however, beats in the rhythm of uncut rhyme.

Trying a trick of the child rearing trade,
Self imposed bed-bamboozlement is made,
My body however is advanced in its evasion,
It would seem I’m impenetrable to insomnia invasion,
How can something that feels so nice be so wrong?
I wouldn’t struggle with a 5am ‘Redemption song’.

What is one to do when BED-time becomes mythical?
Keeping light inflicted watery eyes, open at a screen is less difficult.
It is said that once you make your bed, you must lie in it..
Do I really N.S g? Or am I misled to just denying it.

Your Body

What if I told you I know all the ins, outs, depths and tender spots of your body,
Even Though I’ve never seen or touched you, I could descriptively tell you how to enter your lobby,
The fleshy way she talks to me, with her mouth always dribbling,
As she attempts to take the full length of me like a snack she’s nibbling,
Mmmmmmm....
It started with an embrace,
Then the facial lips I taste,
Then you move my hand to the lace,
The type that keep a bra in place...
Internal breathy exhale as I meet them,
Take them out to tongue-greet them,
Tenderly cup them, before I look you in the eye, as I slowly kiss one at a time,
It isn’t long before my tongue caresses them, as your shock makes you moan in mime,
Mouth open, but not a single sound,
I arise from Twin kissing, gently biting all the areas around,
Intense...You start to dig your nails into my back as passions heat up,
I firmly grab the back of your head, kissing and biting your neck, as you whisper “It needs to get beat up”.
“You’re Body! BABY!!! You’re body!“ I growl at her, as I fling her body lower,
Clothes ripped off, as I stare into her eyes no blinking, thinking: “she’s not even ready for what I’m about to show her”,
Then she gasps and says “sorry babe I got carried away”...you’re back is full of markings hun”,
I leap naked onto her body and whisper “don’t worry ima leave you’re body like you got Parkinsons”,
Fingers run riot on that fleshy mouth; poking, playing and rubbing until creamy,
I bite her ear lobe as I whisper “are you ready to feel me?”
She tells me to put my hand back down there, then asks me “what do you think?”
She Jumps onto my body so zealously, I hardly flutter a blink,
She then starts to kiss my mouth viciously, then bites my neck this time,
I stretch my arm around to grab and stab it from behind,
She progressively bites and kisses lower and lower, before latching on to him and staring,
1 minute passed, before she starts tongue kissing him, then devouring him with no caring,
I pull her by her arms and throw her body upwards to let her know I want it now,
She then crouches her legs in position, where the twins smother my face- all you hear is POW!
She throws her body down straight onto him with no preparation,
You hear the pain in her scream, as my face rests in her chest, kissing her heart palpitation,
She does not care, she throws her body down and up as her breathing becomes a stammer,
I throw myself up into her remorselessly, faster than a powerfully penetrating Jack hammer,
Time, Place – Everything becomes unimportant in the passion we feel,
Rampant and Wet as we carry on Non Stop, no breaks- no time to heal,
Spooning as I throw in the damaging dagger – animalistic - she decides to purr,
I Hold the front of her neck and kiss the side of her face, as I explode inside of her....
Aside from orgasmic shakes, we both stay unmoved,
I then look up and wipe the tear from under her eye groove,
Kiss her on the mouth and hold her tight,
“You’re Body! BABY!! You’re Body!..I want this for life!”

Things Aren't Always As THEY Seem..

You Think and assume!
You Think and assume you know, don't you?
Know that, which runs the course of my life,
Telling me your perplexity at my still standing strife,
Never peak and perceive!
Look a little deeper to reveal the rancid reality I receive.


It appears a paradise like Paradox doesn't it?
My humble nature misunderstood, as I undertake a dozen fits,
Yes! even more than before!
"What's Wrong with him? How Can He still want more?"
Ever Thought to question what he has in the first place?
Instead of smirking your fake congratulatory smiles on your fickle face.


I stand tight-lipped, as amongst it all I OVERstand my luck and blessing,
I also UNDERstand THEM and why it is better to keep THEM guessing,
If Only THEY knew the full extent of that which fills my proverbial till,
I cannot wait to astound, because much more awaits so surprise THEM I will,
However it isn't about THEM,
Neither really is it about me,
That which this revolves around, is larger than the `world` for which we all seek the owner key,
This is an equilibrium of self and sharing,
This is skin deeper than the unauthentic smile that I'm forever bearing,
This is a matter of the life inheritance and message that is left,
So your assumptions and my frustrations are inadequate at best...