Stuart Miller-Osborne

Hot tropical night Crescent moon I am naked On the terrace My cotton shirt Moves quietly In the breeze

There is nothing more beautiful Than Irene’s neck It resembles that of a swan Erotic Poems of Summer

Joe & Josie were in Canterbury They were due to catch a train To a land many many miles away They were outside WHS Joe Josie Would you like an i No I would rather Have two dicks The joke fell on deaf ears And Joe was denied a newspaper Joe & Josie (c 2017)

Bertie found a Cor Stone On the beach Which surprised him As his local beach Was not known For its Cor Stones

Katie Hops walks to skool Katie Walks hops to skool Katie does not attend skool As she is a character In this rather odd poem

When one walks along shallow lanes Each butterfly seems to follow you They are share their beauty without caution Eric Polly Why have you such a silly surname Sands is not a silly name Indeed it is quite common Eric Polly I agree that butterflies are beautiful creatures Yet you never see ugly butterflies People…

just a shirt her lovers shirt fading night perfumes enrich her dreams erotic poems of summer

my breasts the night air my dreams erotic poems of summer

dawn wakes with dawn just hours earlier she undressed for bed the air humid is morning pale but not bitter erotic poems of summer

All colours faint were bold The sky was warm to the touch I could taste a distinct silence Walk2Walk2Walk2Walk6 Todaywasararedaytropicalnight All my thoughts travel and then return Thisisanendlesssummer