Bread is Buttered

I wanted something carnal but you went and raised the tone
Decided we should wait a little while
And all my urges now suppressed beneath your weighty tome
Engagement rules are very much your style
The kiss me quick and see you later tell me what's your name
Is not what you would really like to do
I pop my cork for cheap and cheerful plonker is my game
But you are used to grander types of cru
So how's your father oh of course to you he his pa-pa
And you're the darling apple of his eye
But I know where me bread is buttered not so la de dah
Your upper crust's not on my humble pie
So princess, time has come for me to do one out of here
I thank you for the kiss upon me cheek
But I am more a charmer than a princely lord or peer
This cinderfella's not the man you seek
The rich girl with her grace and favour poor man's out the door
And all is fair in wars of love and class
The passion that I offered left you wanting so much more
Your golden boy was just a load of brass


The promise of the fruit I've yet to taste
Temptation knows it hangs beyond my reach
And when it's ripe I'd savour without haste
For Eve an apple, I would take the peach
Perfection I can see you from afar
Yet I will never clamber up the tree
For all I want is to be where you are
But it's unlikely you will fall for me
Forbidden fruit so easy to desire
Reality is made of rougher skin
So I pretend my plane is flying higher
My thought as deed would no doubt be a sin
When Eden's bounty falls upon the earth
The serpent knows my honour and its worth


The heat of passion steaming up my thought
Till mirror of reflection clouded out
The haze of your desire lingers yet
Inside my head a shimmering of doubt
That tender tendril lustily entwined
Until my reason choked on your demand
And all we had was mirrors and some smoke
And love is lying lifeless in your hand
Our passion spent like thirty silver coins
If only we had stopped and used our head
But girded loins and labour weren’t the force
That stripped us bare and left us on the bed
Where lust is dying now is growing shame
With men who lie but never speak their name 

The Art

When beauty walked into the room I drew
My breath and wondered had he asked for me
As if my language I forgot I knew
I stood before him struck so silently
An artist with my canvasses of lust
So huge in public gallery not hung
But beauty isn’t something art should trust
For surface isn’t where our work is done
Undress the beauty show what lies beneath
And let me draw your breath into my soul
The canvas of your heart has sparked belief
A brush of lips and I have lost control
I stripped my love and now I have to find
The art to capture beauty in the mind


My inner space so when did you appear
Intruder uninvited on my plane
For lonely gripped my fingers in your sphere
Your angle’s not conducive to my aim
A vacuum mother nature does abhor
But I am not your mother little boy
And you plus me’s not what my line is for
So I’ll divide and leave remainder joy
Subtracting you negates the need to cry
The algebra of love’s insanity
My x will never equal, don’t ask why
We shoud not meet until infinity
An integer still single in my prime
What matters is I have my space in time


I am a cunning linguist but it’s not my mother’s tongue
I’m orally fixated and there’s stories to be spun
So sit and let my dirty mouth amuse you for a while
And if it doesn’t turn you on then I am not your style
For every poet needs to find his tongue in someone’s ear
And if I can’t seduce you what’s the point of being here
I’ll nibble oh so gently but if you aren’t biting back
I think we must acknowledge it’s not poetry we lack
Though if my words can get inside and fuck your sexy brain
I know that I can spend my rhyme and I can come again
I’m not averse to pen and ink can I tattoo your heart
And if you let me cut you I can promise you’ll be art
So put your piece into my mouth and let me follow through
My cunning tongue is yours so let me linger over you

The Game

I have become the ones I used to hate
A player who’s mistaken rough for cool
I’m not a man that people choose to date
A little fish in quite a dirty pool
My confidence is terribly misplaced
A tiny little gun is all I pack
I’m trigger happy cock it in your face
I overcompensate for what I lack
This game is getting harder every day
Admit that I have never found a heart
And I have played because along the way
I never found a love affair to start
The game of love for me has been too tough
And lust has made harden and be rough