lilydjames:poetry: yummy mummy, i think i'd like to eat you

lilydjames:poetry: yummy mummy, i think i'd like to eat you

lilydjames:poetry: cougar club rules

lilydjames:poetry: cougar club rules

cougar club rules

Prelude:

When you have to label,

When you have to describe,

You will often create

Division, a bad vibe.

There’s power in a name,

Power in the naming.

A name that is imposed

Often needs reclaiming . . .

Welcome to The Cougar Club.

The first rule of Cougar Club is . . .

I’m kidding, this is no Fight Club

So don’t beat yourself up (spoiler)

The first rule of Cougar Club is talk,

Please please talk about Cougar Club.

We share because we care and we know

We are in unchartered waters right now,

We’ve nearly drowned in other seas

Unheard, sinking slowly to our knees.

So let’s talk.
The second rule of Cougar Club is

Avoid weekends away and sleepovers,

The pressure is on to look good for the duration

All your mature experience may be what they chase

But they don’t want to see it etched across your face.

I know it’s been the same old shit since the year dot

But we no longer get away with using what we’ve got.

We work hard to hold back time and yes, even gravity,

But just like HG Wells, we wake up with reality.

So if you must ‘stay over' then be super prepared:

Go dye out the greys and pull out the strays

For with each rogue facial hair comes a

Perceived pointy hat, a broomstick, a spooky black cat.

Beware, dear Cougars, beware of that.

Rule Three on this list of Cougar Club Rules is financial.

Be healthy and solvent in equal measure,

There is sometimes a price on earthly pleasure.

Your prey expects you to be solvent, but please don't pay their bills,

Your health protects your wealth, do not rewrite your wills.

Those of you who have no money, please don't despair,

Be a Professional Cougar! The Club Madam's over there.

The fourth and final rule for my Cougarish Queens

is remember who you are and all that you have been.

We have a new sexual standing, new powers and new limits,

Others may have named the life but we’re the ones to live it.

We have been renamed because of how we have evolved,

We're all carrying on without marriage or family involved.

Spinster doesn’t cut it and we’re not looking to get hitched

So all this eager young cock, don’t worry where it’s pitched,

You can choose to enjoy it or choose to ignore

But always remember the Cougar Club Law

Which is no-one can stay in this club as a wife,

Us cats are no longer about that life.

I wrote you a poem

So I wrote you a poem late last night,
Thinking how the fuck will that
Ever make things right?

So I wrote you a poem late last night
Couldn't sleep, needed rhythm
To keep thoughts tight

So I wrote you a poem late last night

butterflies

The butterflies of love are the worst of all
They churn in your stomach and form a tight ball
They stick in your throat til your whole mouth dries
And then turn to liquid and leak from your eyes.

yummy mummy, i think i'd like to eat you

Yummy Mummy I think I'd like to eat you,
Sink my teeth into your chubby cub's flesh too.

You're both looking tasty, so milky and sweet.
Succulent, smug, like that pissed Japanese beef.

Cougar thought all this before turning to run
Disturbed by the hunger, how close she had come.

"Don't eat the women" was her one moral code.
With a louche sexy lope Cougar hit the road.


And so our poor Milf trundled on unaware,
But the cub, poor Boy, felt a chill in the air.

summer sounds

summer I open my window
it’s hot as hell and sounds like hell
hearing shrieking freakish laughter
swishing bike chain rattled railings

then lots of feet running somewhere

sirens car crash TV gunshot
sounds from a window below and
above dull thuds real life beating
a belt buckle swings a door slams

feet with nowhere to run to, run

hear foxes fuck and babies cry
and I can’t quite tell which is which
a couple argues, hot and angry
same tired lines born of tiredness

I hear a shower running, time alone

heels click on concrete women laugh
wobbling home cracking jokes and
making me smile they’ve been dancing
on feet that escaped for a while

sounds good happy feet strolling home

there is not often laughter here
gangs gather and no-one collects
the bins or opinions from us
or them so good families left

quiet footsteps echo sometimes

sound of me closing my window taking the heat