Biography

C.V.? hmm! Now, let me think!
Ha! Got it!

A varied life was meant to be, for
one as long in the tooth as me.
Fun and games and heartbreak too
with a few broken men left behind.
Dreams of a romance, sweet and true but
for now, oodles of sexy frolics will do with
a male who can tie his own shoe - lace
and find the way back to his own place.
I may not want to throw him out
into the dark, rain or sleet but after
all is said and done. There's even more
love to be made on a sheet. (of paper)


Born and raised like a wholesome loaf of bread from the local bakery alongside five balmcakes in Wigan borough some forty odd years ago.
You can tear me and share me but if you decide to roast me.
I might set your house on fire. ( just joking.)

Samples

Threads.

Sugar coated icicles melt, in the
aura of one of earths angels fair.
Mysterious glances shared in a
spool of rainbow light. A thread
of silk into a raiment is sewn.
He thinks he loves this woman.
She thinks she likes him too.



Emergency: Ward 10.

He sits in wait
at the blue-watch gate.
Ready at a moments notice.

Alarm bells ring and shutters
roll. Engine pistons firing on
all cylinders.
Lederhosen pipes, swell
with a gush,
of foaming white waves.
Squashed through the tunnel of love.

A life to save,
or pluck from a tree.
A fish from the ocean
of life in the city.

Riptide! As fire mingles with air
through a multi-storey building.
Smothering stairways with a
shroud of darkness. Choking
its humble life.
Saving the souls of many
a man and his wife.

Battered and worn
he makes his way
back to the blue-watch gate,
and the others who sit and wait.

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