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A bed came through the front bedroom window on a fine sunny afternoon,
With the promise that she would follow it, if his supper was not ready soon,
Another match made in heaven and all good things comes to he who waits,
She watches him devour his supper and afterwards washes up his plate.
To say they have a few problems would be the understatement of the year,
But home is where the heart is even if it means the odd belt around the ears,
The carpet pile between her toes is a real turn on, as she walks to the bedroom door,
A damp towel wrapped around her size ten, only seems to excite her even more,
This affair is only about one month old, and the touch of his hand sets her on fire,
It’s not love but God it feels so good, just his look fills her with a burning desire.
Handsome but not drop dead gorgeous, he is packed and stacked in all the right places,
When he runs his hand up…Continue
Watch out, those Magpies may attackand swoop on people from the back!They'll frighten and intimidateintruders to their claimed estate.They're boldly plumed in in black and whitejust like Currawongs at first sight.They carol as they walk aroundand…Continue
GLENDA’S STORIES Pubs, I’ll tell you pubs, best places in the worldPeople treat barmaids, with respect, my wordNot like blokes, blokes, damn blokesThey lay and cheat, who’d believeA girl from the streets Bloody Irishman, smooth, as a good Scots on…Continue
The parting of my hairWake in fright....'Ahhh ah' some still there.From too much sexOr not enough sexEither way few women need to careBut those that do Know the colour blueAnd the depths of deep…Continue