I was very very hornybut my wife had gone awaySo i put her sexy knickers onI know, what can i say The lace was black and shinyAs my cock began to swellIt poked above elastic I'll cum as sure as...

I've written beforeabout the chatter that fills our headsall day long.Now here's the question:If you can hear the voice,who is doing the talking?Which one are youthe speaker,or the listener?

Post-depression mornings are often so torrid.Many indeed are quite nasty and horrid.You struggle some mornings to get out of bed,So you lie there and suffer and wish you were dead.But somewhere inside does a neurone ignite:"Get up, you idiot,...

A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...