Your voice is an echo kissing my ear
Your scent is sandalwood and verbena
Your taste is a lingering temptation on my tongue
Your touch is tactile elation on my skin
Your image shimmers behind my closed eyelids
Wrapped in all that I can touch… scent, taste, see and hear
Thoughts rushing headlong from Past to Present tense
And I long to reclaim and leave behind my fear
And to trust once again in my sixth sense
17 June 2015
The Five Senses by Hans Markat
When you say that you haven’t had sex in three years and you’re trying to get into a gal’s pants; it’s important to be specific. If you mean that you haven’t had sex with gnus in three years, or wildebeest or Peruvian wombats; please do make that distinction.
Whatever it is that you HAVEN’T had sex with.
Like your girlfriend – and the other one – your flings round the world, your wife and every other normal average woman; we assume that when you are making that statement to US, that you mean you haven’t had and aren’t continuing to have, sex with another woman!
I know MY response would have been significantly different. I would have you double bag that thing. Yup. Cut the fingers off a Playtex glove and get that covered wouldja?
Well I’m off to the clinic.
7 December 2014
I have had to relearn trust in my instincts
There was trepidation in breaking it off
Was that niggle in my brain just residual fear?
Let’s face it
I’m pretty canny, quick wits, quick feet and can scent a predator but
I got took down by the King of Big Game Hunters on the Internet Serengeti
Not this time though
Validation comes from the strangest places
I find the truth of my life in strangers’ faces
Too bad that other’s can’t yet see
But that one revelation is enough for me
Sniffed you out like Tanqueray
Now I’m The One That Got Away
I may be twice shy but I’m not twice bitten
You messed around with the wrong Kitten
6 December 2014