I am Brian, I’m a writer and novelist these days and am gradually building a successful business as a Copywriter, I’m 71 years young. I should be retired but I’m not ready to give in yet as I see writing as something I can do and love to do for many years yet.
I lost my house due to the financial crash about 12 years ago when I was ripped off by an unscrupulous developer in Europe. I fought and fought and have about 4 lawsuits going on back to those times. I have used up any reserve capital I have…
Cool, keep it up.
My last lover was just coming up to 50 and was the ultimate best lover sexually in my whole life. Other circumstances have kept us apart, but she is still in my heart, and give me half a chance, money, the ability to travel again, and no virus in her country, I'd be there tomorrow.
Life just sometimes kicks us in the proverbial, but we have to survive, so move on. If ever you are my way give me a shout, ha ha. We're obviously on the same wavelength, cerebrally I mean.
What a great read. I followed your case from the UK and was always concerned at the usual salacious stuff from the press. It was quite obvious from afar that you were a victim of police bias, being a foreigner made you weird to them, especially as cultural differences would make you appear that way. The problem is always that the public believe that once charged you are guilty and not innocent until proven so. People believe the police can do no wrong, no smoke without fire etc. …
…ted fray earth constrained
Refracted causes spurs complaints
Conjectures strained like being saints
And gold and diamond even taints
Always, but we need it to survive somehow.
…earned, is a powerful relationship that needs to be nourished, cherished, respected and celebrated. I’m really digging this new me. Oh, the place we will go!
Go Girl! Love the emotion in this article. Over my 72 years, I've loved and lost, cheated and been dumped, but I've still managed to keep that little piece of my heart for those good moments, old memories of making love and being loved. Never hold a grudge, I just move on.
Don’t even get me started on the uncomfortable mixture of feelings that took over me the first time a guy went down on me. Or the first time I had anal sex.
You finally learnt to let go. I think us body/sex positive get to that point eventually. It must be a way of psychologically letting go of early bullying as kids and teens.
Even as a male I felt that way for years, the mickey-taking of your peers, my gappy teeth, my eye that was damaged by a blow, became getting overweight and hiding until you find a way to beat it. Then when I started working in Asia, where the numbers game worked in my favour the gappy teeth became "Buddha Smile", and overweight began to go, the wonky eye, became "Handsome man" and my beliefs changed to love myself more.
Good on yer for going for it.
Sweet as Belgian chocolate is my lover
As smooth in her accentuated talk,
She’s better, superior to any other,
More beautiful than our roses so pink,
I love her eyes so brown
As sensual, soft, and subtle as mink.
As a coat so warm she covers
My senses in a glow, I slink
As genial and convivial daily,
She brightens my way,
Lightens my day, my ardour
So passionate and zealously
Applied with hot-bloodied candour.
We dance with concerns forever
Latin passions alight
We kiss as sweet as candy
Make love with gay reckless
Need and lust.
Luxuriate in our wanton
Says she left Africa — says that they banned her
Says she learned the ropes somewhere in Uganda
She gets around the world and she travels about
But the trail she blazes is a well-worn rout
She cannot be tamed, goddam she’s restless and raw
And all of those who know her seem to hold her in awe
Oh shit Thief, do you know all my girlfriends too?
Known some beautiful Ugandan girls, Kampala Uni turns out some great ones, intelligent and hot. Met them on my travels, along with some Nigerians and some who claimed to be from elsewhere because they didn't want to own up to being from Nigeria. Still in touch with most. All sassy, great company, and of course Byronic!
Get that one going live and I'll come and I'll play my harps with ya!
And at the crack of dawn when the sun comes up very next morn
I’ll assemble my things and sneak across her dewy front lawn
Ha ha, how many of us have dreamed of the 'crack of Dawn' eh Thief?
Nice poem though.
Positive & openly sensual author; loves diversity, travel, other cultures, pan, poly whatever! Meditator, living, loving and growin’ old disgracefully.