There is a Lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.

Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.

That's The Colour

what colour shall we have? He asks this slut;
what colour marks you well - not the soft blush
that colours up your face now; think the cut
of bamboo cane will mean a redder flush
that, given time, will change to purple hues,
with yellows round the edges and the blacks
that pansies might rejoice in, though he'll use
her rather more harshly - as mere hand smacks
are really not enough for her today
she'll bend and bare and will not hesitate
it's time for punishment - it's time to flay
her backside and her breasts - here comes a spate
of well deserved harsh spanks to force a fuller
blush on cheeks and teats: there! That's the colour.



Written by SweetOblivion

Life Moves Way Too Fast

You're the reason I get up to face each hectic day
How did our lives get so consumed with nonsense on the way
We used to take the time to laugh and play a game or two
But now it seems we fight a lot and cry way too much too
So when you go to sleep at night I'll slip in by your side
I'll hold you close and squeeze you tight and feel amazing pride
You're the one that I love best, it's very clear to see
With every day I know I'm blessed that you're a part of me
Now let's just try to slow it down and savor all that's past
For that's what molds our future, and life moves way too fast

Thanks to all the folks who took part in my inorgral blog posting. It was a success and now that I know I can post look out for more.
OK I'm bored

This is a lame test of me trying out posting to my blog the first time. I do apologize to anyone who may have read this and expected more