Bit on the Side

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I wish that I could take tea with you

Or let's drink beer at the King’s Head?

But I just get thirsty whilst driving to you

And take swigs of Pure Volvic instead.

I'd so like to go for a meal with you

Or picnic on a large tartan rug.

I’d like to have hours of foreplay with you.

I get fingered and a rather rushed hug.

I wish that I could eat al fresco with you

Have Sancerre and strawberries and sex

But I suck Polos, proffer Wet Wipes and small talk

Whilst you comb your hair, zip up and reflect.

I’d love to meet at a Premier Inn

And whisper and smirk at Reception

I’d so love to fuck you in the middle of the day

For I thrive on the secret deception.

I long to spend a whole night with you

With kisses and wild sexy tumbles.

Yet I'm lucky to get thirty minutes with you

With misgivings, with mud and with mumbles.

But you're married and I’m only the Mistress -

And it isn’t my right to stake claims

So next Thursday – one thirty? Let’s tryst in our field

You know we both love playing games.


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dickhighwaymandickhighwaymanover 15 years ago
Frustrating, isn't it?

Just to be able to have a paltry thirty minutes! Mind you, there is a lot you can do in just that amount of time. I doubt if you need me to tell you what, but if in doubt give me a call and I'll tell you.

knickerlessalwaysknickerlessalwaysover 15 years ago
I wish I could write poetry like his

I love ALL your poems,Lady C. You must have a high sex-drive to write the way you do. Either that, or your poems are actually dedicated to some person whom you never mention. Have you someone "on the side"? I wonder.

skip.69skip.69over 15 years ago
Why can I only give you five marks?

It is great to see you back again, Lady C. I would dearly love to give you more than five marks, although I had better not say in public what I would like to give you, but measured in inches and not marks.

ImagetakerImagetakerover 15 years ago
Not Fair

Only the Mistress? Darling, you are much more than that. Yet, being the Mistress (or the male equivalent) is not a perfect role. This poem does drive home the point that illicit passions can be so powerful yet frustrating.