Stuart Miller-Osborne

And this is where my roses Will be planted in a month or so I do love roses so very much What will occupy this favoured position That is where my bedding plants Will display their fragrant colours Thank you for showing me Your wonderful garden Amelia It was my pleasure Sorry but I did…

Lucy used to choose her boyfriends with care If she did make a mistake then I would step in And sort the mess out sometimes violently This caused me to be arrested on a couple of occasions But then she discovered midgets both male and female And started fucking them with little or no care…

During the height of our passion Clem and I would sit in adjacent chairs We would then pleasure each other Until exhaustion overtook our sins I always placed a large mirror Opposite our erotic station As we both wanted to appreciate The journey as well as our destination Erotic Poems of Summer

It was not my birthday yesterday And I received some lovely gifts One was a small water colour Of a becalmed yacht shining On a painted ocean near a painted sea I have hung it on a wall In the middle of my garden Near the faux foster frees Another gift was a thin volume…

Sofi was the code name Of a German terrorist Who had been involved In at least three political assassinations She is tall for a woman and very slender I have her wanted poster in my desk drawer It bears little or no resemblance to my wife Margit is very well known at headquarters As she…

Their jade bodies contrasted Against the pale sheets

Jack and Jill Were asleep in their bed Their pale bodies contrasted Against the jade sheets I was in their room of rest Painting them with a loving brush I had been commissioned To capture their likeness

I live in a world without history It is nice place to hang out I can go around and call myself Cirencester And have a girl friend named Dap Duck

Judith has a studio in Bang It is near the railway I can hear trains passing As I lay in bed in the morning By then my sister is working In her studio of the veils She is mainly an abstract artist Working with very bright colours Whereas I am a lyrical poet Who has…

When I was nineteen I suffered a serious car crash in Portugal Apart from cuts and a few bruises I was totally uninjured The driver of my taxi Who was also unhurt Likened the whole episode To that of a religious experience Whilst believing him I found my experience To be far more erotic