I thought for a while

I thought for a while you were my soul mate, true
We chatted and laughed the whole day through
I told myself to stay aloof
We were friends, oh yes that’s the truth
I knew I wasn’t the only one
That you were only having fun
I tried to stay a friend not a lover
Though thoughts can’t be pigeon holed, I discovered
We did some sexy cyber scenes
Kept my oxytocin in check by ways and means
I kidded myself we had a special bond
You shared things with me, as we went beyond
I flattered myself that you liked my advice
Thought your sharing was unique, that was totally imprecise
As time went on I found that I was given
The same the same information as the other women
The time we shared was fun unique
But most of the content, was shared by the clique
So I was kidding my self, I had a special place
Your heart was shut tight, it was a power Base
I thought you were my soul mate true
I let my feelings out for you
I have reeled them back
Though you still attract
We talk sometimes the attraction now strained
I think how naive, not how I trained
I still feel wounded at your lack of care
You are oblivious, what was there, there?
I am one who kept my head
Fell a little, kept friendship instead
I thought for a while you were my soul mate true
Knowing you are not, still makes me blue.

Inspired by Converging Lives

Self Love and Happiness

Love is important,
It varies in hue,
Love self, reinforcement,
Is needed, is due,
For fulfillment and happiness,
Engage self, stop transience,
If you love you,
Then a different world view.

Cybersex games.

My heart began racing
It seems very bracing
To struggle with lust
To ride rough shod on trust
I am in the throes of intrigue
My hormones intercede
We send texts and pictures
Me with no knickers
You looking manly
A sex toting dandy
Our words spell flirtation
Serial comment and conversation
Sex on our minds
Actions that harmonise
We play as we chat
Send pictures, that
Advance our lust
Till both of us must
Release and sigh.

Waiting for your kiss

Heat permeates my body
As you hold me,thrill embodied
You put your hands, on my face
Looking deep in my eyes, makes my heart race
Waiting for your kiss
Melting, wanting, drowning in bliss.

Letting go

Strolling along the serrated sand
A kite gripped within my hand
Warm breeze touches and caresses my skin
Memories just ,suck me in
Feet crunch over powdered shells
Lapping waves, a story tells
Close my eyes and hear your voice
Should I ring you, that’s my choice
Let the waves caress my feet
Warmth washes over me kind of neat
Look at the phone then tuck it away
I know the future anyway
Much as I care for you  it’s all just fun
Unleash the kite, start to run
Expelled a breath, letting you go
Flying so high, my spirit bestows
Running along serrated sand
Letting the past out through my hand.

Crozzle text snippet.

This is a snippet of text conversation whilst playing the game Word Crozzle. The man a thirty year old commuter who played and chatted on the train as he commuted mostly. Christine early forties somewhat of a cougar. The sex conversations they often had sometimes caused him election issues during his commute.All Christine knows about Ryan is his age and he commutes hence her description mystery man. Of course it maybe that none of those facts is actually correct.

Morning 7th May.
Christine: Good morning..x
I found this poem thought I would share a little.
Hard erection awaiting penetration
Brushes my skin amazing sensation
Eagerly awaiting tantalised and shaking
Your hot breath in my ear excitement awakening.
Ryan: My lyrical master..  How are you sweetheart?
Christine: 1 am just fine…how are you?
Ryan: In a crowded train feeling excited after that.
Evening 7th May
Christine: Good evening. Playing I see.Still on the train?
Ryan: Home now…a shame its not your home x
Christine: Ah but we might not get on well living in the same home…
Ryan:would be fun trying!
Christine: Fun for a weekend maybe…x
Ryan: Maybe..
Christine: A weekend would probably sate us nicely….! could eat breakfast off your body….finger food!
Morning 8th May
Christine: Good morning…Friday…
Ryan: Hey sunshine
Evening 8th May
Christine: Hey mystery man its the weekend any plans? X
Ryan: It’s such a mystery, even I don’t know! You?
Christine: Haha…out for drinks in min…out sun lunch …
Christine: Spect u going to the gym???
Christine: Hi MM.xx
Ryan: Evening my sexy minx
Christine: Hi Ryan…have had wine so smiling….naughty….and good…lol .

Interactions are based on material researched for the novel Converging Lives.

Old love….new love

Can you match me measure for measure
Will you be sensitive to my pleasure
Can you pull me out of this web of distrust
Save me from from feelings bordering on disgust
You planted the seeds and nurtured their growth
Cared so much brought me close
New love ,new feelings
Exciting romance, expunge past dealings
Trying to trust and believe anew
Wanting so much, for new love, to be true
Going slowly taking my time
Partnership truly, this time
Love and laughter, joy and gladness
Honesty, communication, pleasure and balance
Old love, memories thwarted
New love, memories now supported.