An Online Affair

The exoticism and naughty thoughts that trickle from my mind.

Tie me up and slap me if you can be so kind.

My voiceless lover and I explore the erotic forbidden.

Divulging our dark sensual desires laid so hidden.

Through words we found an intimate place for fantasy to be born.

Let’s pray there is no spouse around to read, judge and scorn.

My dear friend….

My dear friend, may we bathe in the moon light while walking the Moors.

Frolic in the sweet jasmine scent whilst embracing ours amours.

Tumble down hills with laughter amongst the autumn falling leaves.

Cruise in a baby blue Cadillac with fluttering hair made by the breeze.

Capture lit summer days with endless screaming tears of joy.

Explore exotic dark nights whilst you watch me banging my toy.

Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Our mask

We wear a mask to bury our shame,

And sometimes to be appear the same.

Each morning we find our dress,

And that mask to cover our awful stress.

We walk amongst our friends and peers,

Dreading the mask won’t hide our fears.

We wear the mask to obscure that pain,

All this pretending is done in vain.

Who is brave enough to shine,

And have no mask and be just fine.