Stuart Miller-Osborne

The three Pauline’s Were sitting on the beach There were identically dressed Shirts white shorts pink Each was barefoot They were staring Into the middle distance I enquired of their dreams But received no answer

daisy rose from her broken bed her room was still full of love she closed her eyes and was travelling on a airless train with the children of sin these were their silver lives these were their silver dreams a song from daisy rose for simeon simon

Please do not smoke on my studio As I am trying to capture the light I am sorry that my example is poor Am I good as I am Ana Yes as I prefer your light blue shirt My mother gave it to me And now I am giving it to you I do hope […]

I have during this spell of hot weather Taken to sitting in the garden As the night passes slowly by From my chair I can see my wife Far away in her lunar dreams Quite naked on her open bed Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)

I keep the most deadly Of all jellyfish In my swimming pool To study the infrequency Of passing angels

I tried telling the truth But I did not want to see These creatures harmed By those without passion For the summer seas Go now and when you return Tell me if you really think that Jellyfish understand their daydreams Or are their odd behaviours just illusional Although you are in a another room Sleeping […]

The oysters are pale tonight The moon clearly distant Has no part in this drama

Single Digits and Claudia are staying in Minehead Which is an agreeable town not far from Bristol They are both were very fond of the steam trains That call at Blue Anchor throughout the summer There is a lovely signal box at the railway station Where Claudia’s father often volunteers his spare time I am […]

Ans did not care for the hot weather She hated feeling tight sweaty and slow I said that she looked beautiful wearing white

I wear certain things In the city On hot summer days My wardrobe is quite pale And often I do not wear shoes