Stuart Miller-Osborne

Do not worry about the future As it will come naturally The future is pointless Unless you understand it See that guy there He is worrying about his future Possibly his job has run its course He has a pretty wife Who he loves greatly But she enjoys the finer things She is also worrying…

The sky is cloudless My friend is a pilot In an hour his plane Will pass directly above us I have bribed you To flash your breasts Which will mean little To him from that height I have arranged this theatre Totally for my own entertainment Erotic Poems of Summer

Silly Boy what as happened to you I was slammed into a door frame By my lord and master What was your crime I laughed when my glass of Coca Cola Was spilt all over the dinner table Place mats and all Silly but it did not deserve The ultimate sanction What did you do…

America sat in her deckchair The sun was high And was illuminating Her private thoughts

Sugar Gordon That is a strange name It is Gordon Sugar Gordie Don or what ever you like And you are Apricot Apricot Adams Where are you from Apricot Adams Guildford But I am attending my brothers wedding The awful music Yes Is that a sketch book I always carry it with me What do…

I was awoken whilst having a medieval dream Gusts of warm air had invaded our room My wife stirred but stayed asleep But I was not so fortunate As a blush pink sunrise Had extinguished the moon I touched Jane’s bare shoulder Which was cool with sweat And let my eyes become heavy

Your mother is so liberal Lolita As she lets me bathe with ewe On each of my visits I totally trust ewe Silly Boy  As you take my marvellous breasts  And my peach shaped bottom  So naturally and without obvious excitement  That is because I am totally blind  That is what Roxy told my mother …

It was doomed  From the beginning  As it was far too heavy  The cops had an easy day

Lu Lu Yes Silly Boy What did you think about When you gave me my first blow job Were you admiring The size of my erection Sadly no But you were deep in thought I can understand Why you did not talk to me That is easy But what were you thinking about Do share…

There is a landing stage Near the edge of the lake Nebraska and I often Practice our songs Whilst in relaxation We then swim Back to the grassed path And return to our holiday home Erotic Poems of Summer