Sitting in semi darkness at the back of the pub,

Whispered conversations, while the landlord rustles up some grub

We can pull our own pints now; just leave the money by the till

Those nights are hard to forget and I guess I never…

Her angry breasts declared a war

And for attention fought.

They conquered me, now I adore

The bosoms I support.

John Forbes wrote this poem in the early 1980's and gave it to Carl Harrison-Ford. Carl decided it was time the poem saw the light of day...so here it is:

http://rochfordstreetreview.com/2015/01/27/aurevoir-to-carl-trish-an-unpublished-poem-by-john-forbes/

Her charms were champagne to my lips,

The taste was a delight.

My hands were anchored on her hips,

I gave her breasts a bite.



My breath was hot and burned her hair,

We kissed like lovers may.

Her panties didn't have a prayer,

The sin was where we lay.



Our legs were wild and strong as rope,

As we climbed to the top.

We slipped into the bath like soap,

Yet passion did not stop.



The water tickled down our skin,

As we smiled and…

Around here strange things can happen, spoken words can stretch on the wind,

One can see them forming then change their meaning, fade away and begin again,

Multiplying falling over each other, an endless tired less production of the mind,

Then out of the blue a sentence forms, and so an inspiration of a…