Loving, lovable, lovely, lovelorn, loveless.

how it feels to be celibate through no choice of your own and how sometimes the opposite isn't as charming and enjoyable as it first might seem.

  I always had been painfully shy you have to understand...

  an ocd middle aged house wife with passion for cookery and taxidermy shared the pain...

gave up the charade and woke to found myself in a near strangers abode

 made myself quite at home though clearly it was just a house..

   clamped my fingers round a bookies pen which someone held had used as a chew toy.

I knew the inevitability of my situation yet I'd sat here letting you do all the work...

you always leave it to the last...minute.

...makes one of us dear...

         

                                                                                                  

Loving, lovable, lovely, lovelorn, loveless.

paid my time through reminiscing

I'd like to have a sex life, if possible....  

 distraction from some fanciful ambition

      

 

I knew you'd pick me up in yer old Ford cortina

The girls like it when you strap them in and rev

you're worse for wear and drunk with careful precision

so I walk out to the car whilst taking out a cigarette 

struggle with arthritistic cold fingers to lit the darn thing.

my angel quenched before it had even reached my molars

It starts burning the tips of my fingers like a Pompeiian summer

but...

I felt almost like a dentist had injected my whole body,

not just gums with anaesthetic.

If I bit the inside of my mouth I'd feel nothing and then probably laugh a paralysed grin

Loving, lovable, lovely, lovelorn, loveless.

paid my time through reminiscing

I'd like to have a sex life, if possible....  

distraction from some fanciful ambition

If I was to put it blatantly I'd say yer acting a bit like a total gene hunt...

.....but I'm not inclined to voice my opinions so I'll just nod like a churchill dog for you

homeward bound and gagged we try to avoid talking about saturday night ,sunday morning

The flat seems less lonely when you leave me to head out after cash in the attic has reached its climax

I watch an old carry on film trying to barter with myself over leaving ,but just lie fatigued like a sultana 

Sid James would be rather ashamed that I carry on in such a way ,but then he's never seen eastenders..

Loving, lovable, lovely, lovelorn, loveless.

paid my time through reminiscing

I'd like to have a sex life, if possible....  

 distraction from some fanciful ambition

Wandering through central station I curiously notice the tie rack and attempt to enter its passage 

secret phrase lisped i watch as the rack grows larger...larger on the inside and not a cravat in sight

suited up she drags me onto a train going south so fast families stare much more than usual

wordsworthy country flashes by our faces as she starts to great and smudge her perfect face

my understanding of lassies only goes as far as pleasure...don't ask me about pain

 left with a few bob and no piece of mind I realise if they've not got you that way... they just have you another...

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

The font and the layout is a lovely touch.
The repetition of the stanza in red
is a good touch too. And I love the part
about the train in the last stanza too.

[N/A]

''I always had been painfully shy you have to understand...
an ocd middle aged house wife with passion for cookery and taxidermy shared the pain...'' love those lines.

and this in general is brilliant,I have read it numerous times.i just think that my words can't do justice to it's wit,and the feelings it creates. but,awesome piece.

[Ed Hart]

well, if you're available, for sure they'll get you one way or another...

[Sam Summers]

i really liked this, the first stanza inparticular was excellent. 'like a pompeiian summer' is an awesome simile. not sure about repeating 'possible' in the chorus though, you might want to think about changing one of those