Stuart Miller-Osborne

True you are a little unkempt even scruffy in the way you dress But I see your beauty under your skin That said I adore seeing you unclothed You have a cleft chin and your body hair is quite wild I have never liked female tattoos and you have too many But your side streets […]

You can see that the sweet bird is trapped In our green gilded cage But you choose not to release it And remain with me Listening to its slow erotic songs Her Blush Her Blush Her Blush 

Greedy Grey Green Gulls Gather Granite Grimly   Guilty Gardens Grow Gaudy Golden Gifts Gaily

I do not think I have anything else to say Do enjoy the luxurious title of this poem This is my gift to you

in the desolation of the season your deep colour brings hope to all who describe you

I would gladly go into battle With the brave and dashing Earl As I know that he would protect me From all that comes our way

My Ladys cunt is both Perfumed and sweet And I enjoy her soft touch On my dry rancid tongue      

You are wearing my violet shirt again But that does not bother me As you are far more beautiful Than I could ever wish to be Violet Love Poem You are wearing my violet shirt again But that means little or nothing to me As you are far more more beautiful Than I could ever […]

I have a kindle which was a birthday gift But it no longer works I have been told that the battery is dead Although I have charged it many times Nothing happens My partner has left me in our flat With a grey sleeping bag and a toy robot Which lights up and exterminates invisible […]

I had occasion to walk on Margate Sands recently And found the remains of some broken bottles I collected these pieces of glass and headed towards a waste bin What I did not realise was that some of the glass was brightly coloured Which made it very suitable for mosaics and other creations It was […]