Life above the Mat in London

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Life above the Mat, in the Launderette
At the Sultry Suds, it can be interesting,
Occasionally, enough.

I lived above the Laundromat
It’s where I met my boyfriend at;
Where I meet all my friends,
My best friend too,
It’s where I fell in love,
Living life above.

It’s a place where we can share stories
And do more than just a load at time,
It’s a pub & suds if you’d like to pop in,
For some fun, sometime.

People come here to wash and buzz,
It’s close to where Jim Bob lives at,
He helps serve and drinks the malt and ales,
Helps for what ails you too, and anything else
If you might want to drink and talk about it.

Well, I got married, met his mum
And family maybe it seems
We had a ceremony

At the Registers office or
Something like that.
So I said yep. It’s true
I said I do and he did too
So now we are going on honeymoon
For a stiff one, wanting to try it out.

After that we will get to drinking
Celebrating something
Once Jim Bob gets to pouring,
Before long, we were still able to
To do it like that, he likes me on top,
I like to rub it in except not in a fleabag bed and breakfast.

I’ll just have a cigarette, shot of vodka
Then we can laugh afterward.

Anyways, we went to go on honeymoon, going to Asia,
kind of…

Left for hotel for Heathrow
Occasionally he says, “I can do it
And I said, I like it a lot.

Now that we’re on newlyweds
To do it like that, except his passport was out of date and we couldn’t go, they wouldn’t let us on the plane
Or something like that.

So then we had to stay in central London another night with no reservation.

It was four days before Christmas, we found a fleabag bed and breakfast of sorts

A Middle Eastern Asian Russian kind maybe.

“Who do you think I am, Charles Dickens or something
Or some charity sex maniac like that,” I said.

“It’s not so bad,” Jim Bob said;
One night above the Mat in the London Slums
Never hurt no one…,” he said,
“And I won’t even make you have sex tonight if you don’t want to,”
And I said, “well I guess; alright then”
Maybe, I’ll just keep my clothes on too, I guess,” I said.

But that was enough talking about it. I didn’t really want to do it,
So I just gave him a quick blowjob.

We just laugh it about it now and that’s all I have to say about that.
Except that he wanted me to pretend I was a street ho And he was my pimp with him.

Or something like that.
Whatever that means, long as I don’t have to be like pimped out if you know what I mean.

I guess it will be alright.
How about that, it’s the first time, I’d ever seen anything like that,
I never been to the slums
A ghetto slut in my own bed before
And that’s all I know about that.

So life goes on, Life above the Launderette,
It’s not so bad, because I love Jim Bob,
And he loves me and it feels good too,
To have someone to be married to or something like that,
Life can be good like that, playing
And we’re still laughing about it;
If you know what I mean.

Life Above the Mat – Cowgirl

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Life above the Mat, in the Launderette
At the Sultry Suds, it can be interesting,
Occasionally, enough.

I lived above the Laundromat
It’s where I met my boyfriend at;
Where I meet all my friends,
My best friend too,
It’s where I fell in love,
Living life above.

It’s a place where we can share stories
And do more than just a load at time,
It’s a pub & suds if you’d like to pop in,
For some fun, sometime.

People come here to wash and buzz,
It’s close to where Jim Bob lives at,
He helps serve and drinks the malt and ales,
Helps for what ails you too, and anything else
If you might want to drink and talk about it.

Well, I got married,
met his mum
And his family maybe it seems
We had a ceremony
At the Registers office or
Something like that.

Met Jim Bob Chuck’s brother;
Juicy John Bob
At first, thought he was Tom Cruise,
But not, I get it now,
How he could be Jim Bob’s best man and all.

I like him a lot like that,
And his Mum too.
So I said yep.
It’s true; I said I do
And he did too.

So now we are going on honeymoon
For a stiff one,
wanting to try it all out.

After that we will get to drinking
Celebrating something
Once Jim Bob gets to pouring,
Before long, we were still able to
To do it like that,
he likes me on top,
I like to rub it in
Have a cigarette, shot of vodka
Then we just laugh afterward.

Anyways, we went to London
and did it at the Sofitel
Occasionally he says, “I can do it like that.
And I said, I like it a lot
Now that we’re married
to do like that,

And I’m not even drunk, and I do it cowgirl style
Or something like that, I said.

“Who do you think I am, Ginger Rogers
Or some kinky sex maniac like that,” I said.

“Just take it easy,” Jim Bob said; ”your my heifer and I’m your bull,

Be a good girl or else…,” he said,
“Or I’ll send you to Live in Blackpool.”
And I said, “well I guess; alright then”
Maybe, I’ll try to be good I guess,” I said

But that was enough talking about it.

We just laughed and that’s all I have to say about that
Except that he wanted me to play Cowboys, bareback with him

Or something like that.
Whatever that means, long as I don’t have to be like Bronco Billy
I guess it will be alright.

How about that, it’s the first time,
I’d ever seen anything like that,
I never been to rodeo
in my own bed before
And that’s all I know about that.

So life goes on, Life above the Launderette,
Hasn’t been so bad, because I love Jim Bob,
And he loves me and it feels good too,
To have someone to be married to or something like that,
Life can be good like that, playing Cowboy and Cowgirl
And we’re still laughing about it;
If you know what I mean….

Uprising

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When he pulls the hair,
The tilt of the head,
For that all consuming
Kiss…

Behind those eyes
How can so much potential
Cause such an uprising
of emotion
Contained with clouding depths
Within.

Lips that are so unreadable sometimes…
Wondering what are you thinking
You are a glittering jewel,
The bride.

Flashing with desire
and frustration,
Soft and gentle, kiss me
And calm this storm
Once more.

Where peace and tranquility
Is shown, only then
Can true love be known
This is what it feels like.

Your eyes dance with curiousity,
Those lips glimmering
Shining with eternal hope.

When you glance at me, I see
Just your presence
Burning into my mind
So come here, pleadingly
And kiss me again
And again.

Honeymoon

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Photo: Honeymoon by Rahmet Redzepov

He brings me flowers
And holds my hand
Showers me with kisses
Wanting me as much
As I want him.

He pledged pleading
Sworn an oath
And i give in
Faithfully.

So when i’m with him
He’s my everything
All the world seems right
It’s the love everyday
And night.

There’s an automatic shift
In behavior and mood
I fall to the ground
On my back.

Sweet swollen lips
From heaven and hell
In one short trip.

Receiving

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Receiving, and to be able to do it well…especially this time of year. To be able to receive without judgement; it is the process of accepting something given, or inflicted with the sensation passive with emotion. Receiving is a matter of the gracious heart; it requires an act in which we unite and it brings us together many different aspects; being that it is as important as giving as to receive.

Affectionately

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Eventually the two of them,
When the emotions came
Taking kisses down the neck
Touches which seemed intimate
To him and to her,
Of the instincts instilled within
Touches dissipating at the shoulders,
Hands moving affectionately
But in a more chaste position
Taking perches on the hips,
The sides, shoulders,
Wherever she could find a space
Evasive and constant attention
Giving into him.

True Nobility

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Then there was times
where he would try to fight for it, rarely, noble and not in vain.

Where their bodies were entangled more as if he were pressed into her, that he’d been backed into,
in the heat of the moment.

Making love to paper and pen
of just being together
with no other love interests,
no, nothing got into their way.

Hands wandered across pages
writing every word down
from skin to explore deep
beneath
simply
and from within.