Stuart Miller-Osborne

As I sit in my chair I watch an old woman Ironing naked in her apartment A man possibly her husband Enters the room He is naked also And has an erection He cups her breasts And enters her from the rear You enter the room still damp I stroke your cunt With the back…

I fell asleep I know Would you like me to rent you a whore? Why would I need a whore? I could rent you a Negro whore with a large arse Or an elegant French whore I pulled Nelly the Pirate into a dark side street and lifted her dress Her cunt was wet With…

Dear Boy There are two sorts of understanding; one of which hinders a man from ever being considerable, and the other commonly makes him ridiculous; I mean, the lazy mind, and the trifling frivolous mind. Yours I hope is neither.   On modern buildings rooves are sometimes noted to slope inwards instead of outwards. This…

A Japanese student Stopped us He was lost and was asking the way To the Eiffel Tower I heard Indila Singing Derniere Dance On his iPad I had always liked this song But my favourite Indila song is Tourner Dans Le Vide Which I find rather soothing I asked the student If he had this…

You tell me that I stink The city has soiled me I agree to shower You are now masturbating As we were too tired to fuck I look out of the shower room window And see a well-dressed man Possibly an academic Watching you I admire his pleasure You are asleep When I return I…

We have slept for hours It is past eleven o’clock We shower dress and leave the hotel The air is still warm And we begin to sweat immediately You watch as a whore kisses a priest She is his daughter   Paris is like a Whore  Who said that? Henry Miller In which book? I…

We are not in Clichy But sitting on green wooden chairs In front of a café With views of Notre Dame Nelly the Pirate Is wearing a loose white blouse And a cotton burgundy skirt She is not wearing panties As it is hot in the city About thirty degrees She has asked me to…

I travelled in my time machine Back to the year 1898 And entered my studio As arranged my Italian model Was ready to pose After we finished I invited her back to 2016 She declined noting that she would turn to dust So we travelled to the Dead Sea Where we bathed in the mud…

Goatherd Roses The blossom Sweats My transparent dress Awaits The pain giver I long for my innocent years  

Ari Before meeting Noa Ari had slept with his teacher On many occasions To gain better marks In his final exams He was very proud of his university place   Noa Clung to her virginity Despite many offers to steal it away She masturbated a great deal As not to be tempted And because of…