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Sarah Bryant Poem
When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun and fairy tales
I absorbed the words like a sponge
The books were my food
I devoured chapters of verse
Engrossed in paper previously trees
Entered my own little world
In my childhood dreams
Fairies were my friends
We played hop scotch on stumps of old trees
Jumped gaily across ponds
Using lily pads as our stepping stones
We stopped to talk to frogs and toads
Who sung in chorus
As we made our way along
We threw leaves in the air with glee
I danced in the rain
With pixies and elves
Gnomes and leprechauns gently teased
No hate or malice is allowed here
Just happiness and lots of cheer
Together we played hide and seek
The invisible creatures cheated of course!
“That’s not fair!” we all cry
“It’s only a game!” They reply
We forgive them
It’s all part of their charm
We chased each other through dense woodlands and trees
The bright round moon giving us some light
It was dark and spooky
But exciting at the same time
We were happy
Having fun
I wanted to dream day and night
The pixies were a bit naughty
Used to hide the keys to doors
But we were all magical in my dreams
We walked straight through them
Keys were just objects
We became like shadows we
Shimmering through walls
Like ghosts
And ghouls
The pixies played tricks on us
They lay in wait behind trees
Jumping out on springy green legs
They frighten us with a start
The fairies reprimand them
But pixies do not care
The tiny creatures laugh their pointed shoes off
And they run along
To another dark place
To startle us once again
The gnomes are round bodied and happy
All dressed the same
In floppy hats and wide belts
Stand in your garden perfectly still
They guard it from all things bad with pride
But they hide a secret as well
They run around your garden
Moving objects from their place
They play leapfrog on toadstools
Knock on your door and run away
You will never hear them
Or see them indeed
They are invisible to most at play
The gnomes chase the bees away
They want the honey for themselves
To eat on toast
Or give Winnie the Pooh
They guard the flowers
Like neighbourhood watch
Miniature security guards
Less than a foot tall
They stop deathly still
Looking like statues
As soon as they know you are there
The garden is a haven
For birds and animals alike
And the tiny magical creatures
Keep everything so bright
The fairies give it colour
The pixies provide aroma
Witches make the potions
To fertilise the earth
The sun shines down to bless it
Making it all look nice
Everyone helps in their own little way
And at night it comes alive
Fairies would take me to their home
Deep within dense bushes they live
At the bottom of an old tree
A tiny door is hidden in the stump
I shrink so I will fit in the door
Oh my days it’s so pretty inside
A never ending cave full of twinkling lights
Jewels gleam and shine within the walls
The floor is glittering with grains of gold
The sky is the ceiling
Bright shining stars challenge the blackness of the night
The paths are lined with flowers
The colours of the rainbow in full bloom
The fairies and I skip along
Arm in arm
To a kingdom far beyond
We slide up rainbows here
To get from place to place
And back down the other side
A rollercoaster of dreams you could say
The little leprechauns help us
They are our guide
In my childhood dreams fairy tales came true
I met Cinderella at the ball
Looking beautiful in her gown
A pale shade of baby blue
It sparkled as she danced
Trailing behind her along the ground
Swirling as her Prince Charming swung her around
In tune to the music
Birdsong
Sung by her friends who had helped her in the past
When her life was hard
She scrubbed floors till she was sore
While her sisters laughed on full of scorn
I met her fairy godmother too
Floating in on a cloud to attend
A lace dress of pure white
With diamonds that glistened
It sparkled like a million lights
She was elegant
Spoke softly and slowly
She was calming and had grace
Her hair was as white as snow
Her eyes as blue as ice
Her magic wand twinkled as she cast her spells of love
Conjuring all things nice
Snow White was there
With seven dwarves of course
Grumpy attended
He didn’t look happy
To go I suspect he was forced
Bashful met a beautiful girl
He was too shy to ask her out
He had met Cinderella before
He loved her but from afar
But he was happy she was happy
With her new groom the prince
They looked beautiful together
And shined like stars
Aladdin wasn’t invited
Because of the forty thieves
The tortoise got there early
Just plodded along with no rush
The hare raced past him but wore himself out
Plenty of time he could afford
He had a quick sleep
The tortoise strolled past
And arrived at the castle before
The hare was late
Had a very red face
Always in a hurry
He never ever learns
And always underestimates
Jack climbed up his beanstalk instead of the stairs
Because the castle was so tall
At the top of the beanstalk were where giants lived
The biggest ones of all
He arrived with a present
More beans wrapped in gold
They looked like sweets
With wrappers shiny and bright
Cinderella was impressed and she smiled
She asked Jack if she could use his beanstalk
He said “Of course be my guest!”
She walked over to her ugly sisters
Told them stories of great riches and the rest
Of jewels and princes too
Of kingdoms they could own
Their greed will be the end of them
Their fate they could not know
We all laughed silently
As the ugly sisters climbed the dense
Their screams heard by kingdoms beyond
As Cinderella took her revenge
Using the Woodmans axe as her aid
She chopped the beanstalk down by half
Her sisters fell
The giants landing on top of them
Squashing them
Her revenge made
Goldilocks was there
With the three bears
Daddy, mummy and baby too
They didn’t like the party food
And there was no porridge in any bowl
Baby bear started crying
Until the fairy godmother came along
She waved her twinkly magic wand again
Three bowls of porridge appear in an instant
The bears tucked in happily
But Goldilocks had to decline
She told me she’s sick of porridge
I told her I feel the same way inclined
We all danced the night away happily
Took turns to fly with Peter Pan
It was way too late for the kids to be up
But Wendy sneaked out anyway
She flew there with Peter in the dark
Her hair was messed up
The wind blew it wild
But she was happy to be there
Cinderella was her friend
She wouldn’t have missed it for the world
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Sarah Bryant Poem
When you get close to me
I feel life within my soul
No walls to climb
No bridges to cross
Our souls best friends
My heart synchronized with yours
Beating as one
Unguarded
I entrust it to you to keep safe
When you get close to me
My skin flushes
Expectant of your touch
My heart races in anticipation
A forty year old teenager
Dancing with you in the rain
Laughter and smiles aplenty
Kissing your tender lips meant only for me
Every second spent with you
A precious new memory made
When you get close to me
I feel pure love
Never felt this intensity before
So deep and so innocent
Our love is completely absolute
You are my life
My reason to breathe
I am here now and for always
I am here and I give you my all
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Eyes lock
A mother and her first born
Pure love flooding her veins
Heart bursting with pride
Devotion silently pledged for eternity
For nine months
Nurtured and cherished
Hearts beating together
As one
Hearts lock
A girl and her first love
As eyes meet
Devotion grasps them both
Innocent affection engulfing her soul
Her smile beams widely with joy
Hearts beating in unison
Glowing with pride
As one
Fate bringing them together
The first born and his first love
Made for each other
Deeply in love
A shimmering diamond ring
A promise to love for eternity
Happiness unites two families
Together smiling
As one
That perfect day
The mother lost her first born
To his first love
Pure love flows through their hearts
Now abandoned
The mother sobs
Silently
Alone
As one
Salty tears sting her eyes
Thoughts from the past sprint through her mind
The moment she met her first born
Devotion and pure love
For eternity
Forever and forever
A mother for her first born
A love only felt now
By one
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Sarah Bryant Poem
I have been on our beach, for 6 hours today
I watched it fill up with umbrellas and tourists
I watched children play in the sand
Adults in the sea playing with a bat and ball
I watch families
Sons, daughters, mums dads and grandparents
Enjoying the golden sun of the Algarve.
Children with ice creams spilling down their faces
Children covered in sun cream, to protect them from future harm.
I sit on dry sands made of miniature fossils
And I write, pages upon pages
Of pain, sorrow and tears
Of lost love, cruelly taken
Of sadness and heartbreak
Of grieving,
Of lost time, never to be regained
I cannot write of happy cheerful times
I cannot forget
I cannot forget.
You,
Who you were
The way you touched me
Smiled at me
Kissed me
Stole my heart
Then you left
With no goodbye
A vacuous space sits
Where you should be
You were my soul, my Angel my protector
Now you are a just a memory
Fading in the distance
As I wave you goodbye
For the last time
In my head
Tears sting my eyes
As I try to walk forwards
To our beach
Our golden sun
Without you…………
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Sarah Bryant Poem
Within these walls
The walls were too high
Unable to break through
I struggled and fought
With determination
Oh God how I tried
I climbed so high
You remained locked inside your walls
Your past still haunting
Scars still healing
The pain you know
Re-occurrence you fear
The walls were too wide
Bridges too weak
Crumpling under the weight
Suffocating
Choking us with the debris
I walked the universe in your shoes
Understood your pain
My heart desperate to comfort yours
Relinquish your ghosts and your sorrow
Bestow you with my soul
Prove myself
Free you from your castle walls
The walls were too heavy
Crushing my dreams into rocks
They destroyed us
Trampled our emotions
Broken bridges
No way across
We got so far
Just one last hurdle
Too much and too soon
We are rubble
Just dust
Cremated but still living
Lost and alone
I tried so hard
But failed in the end
I struggled and fought
But I lost
You remain locked
Deep inside your walls
A human tragedy
Trapped by his own fears
You are now past
A memory in my heart
One I will never forget
My love will not waiver
Patient until the end
I will always be there
If and when
You are ready to let me in
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The three little pigs came to the ball
Tried to blow the castle down
It didn’t work
It was made of solid gold
So they gave up and sat at their trough
Ate noisily
And snorted quite a lot
They started poor Sneezy off
His allergies he couldn’t control
Living up to his name
He sneezed and sneezed
His nose was dripping like a tap
And was feeling rather wet and cold
He wipes it on his long red sleeve
Snow White told him off
“Use a hanky!” She exclaims raising her arms with a sigh
He marches across the crowded room
He cannot see what’s in front of him
Arms folded and only a foot high
A pixie lays a banana skin down
And he slips up and falls
I giggle and laugh
As he chases her round the hall all night
I watched in amazement
As my fairy tales came to life
They were all my friends
I had so many
The witches were my favourites
Their cackle made me laugh
With their pointed black hats
And black silky cats
They cast spells all the time
The cauldron held potions
The ingredients a mystery
A secret kept by the coven
I am sure they would have told me what was in it if I’d asked
The smell of potions cooking
Started Sneezy off once more
I handed him a hanky
He smiled
He went home early
Walked a long way back
Whistling all the while
He lived far far away
But as soon as Sneezy fell asleep
His snoring could be heard for miles
My childhood dreams were full of excitement
Adventure and fun all the way
My toys came to life
My dolls could walk and talk on their own
We talked for hours about school and our friends
We chanted nursery rhymes
Bringing them to life too
Although some of them are scary
I don’t like spiders
I’m glad Miss Muffet left hers at home
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall
I lost count of how many times
The King’s horses and his men
Put him together again and again
But he was round like an egg
He couldn’t balance on his tiny legs
He fell off the wall for the last time
The King’s horses and men gave up
Poor old Humpty sat crumpled on the hill
Until Jack and Jill came up
They used sellotape and glue
Plasters and bandages
And fixed him up like new
In my childhood dreams I could speak any tongue
To reptiles and animals too
Insects and fish
I would talk to for ages
I was like Dr Doolittle
They talked to me too
Dogs told me stories
Of chewing up toys
And such things like slippers from your feet
Even naughtier they tell of eating the Sunday chicken
Before the family sat down to eat
Cats told me funny tales
Of tripping owners down the stairs
Of meowing loudly to get let out
Bringing in mice
Rats and birds too
Making their owners scream out loud
Because cats are like that
They don’t need people
They have nine lives
Are independent and survivors
But I know they love their snuggles
Despite them being so proud
In my childhood dreams
The stars were family now passed
Watching down over me with the angels as I sleep
They talk to me like normal
Like they’re still here with us
Not lost
They take me to their new home
Heaven in the clouds above
Angels play golden harps
Raining glitter of silver sparkles everywhere
So beautiful and at peace
The pain no longer on their face
I guess my mum was right
They are in a better place
My childhood dreams were of faraway places
Beaches in the sun
Making sandcastles
Playing in the warm sea
And of pirate adventures
Oo Arh Captain!
Having fun all day long
I dreamt of rainbows I could climb
To find my pot of gold
I dreamt of finding my own Prince Charming
Of having children of my own
My childhood dreams were full of wonderment
Christmas a magical time
I would watch the elves
Hard at work
Both night and day
Getting presents made
Wrapped and ready
To load up Rudolph’s sleigh
Through the skies we rode
Over chimneys and skyscrapers
Seas and oceans
Through warm days and cold nights
Different time zones
Clocks go backwards here
To give us more time
Everyone helps at Christmas
It’s a holy time
My childhood dreams were enchanted
Full of magic and adventures
My friends were not human
They had magical powers
We travelled throughout time and space
Together we ruled the world
I danced with fairies
Played with gnomes
Attended glamorous balls
I had a life of mystery and bliss
There the impossible was possible
I had a fairy godmother
Who would grant me wishes
Not just three
If I wished for something
It would appear
Anything I need
If I felt sad my toys would cheer me up
The clowns would do tricks
My Barbie dolls presented fashion parades
My teddies would dance in front of me
My childhood dreams were dreams that came to life
To accompany me on my way
From being a child to an adult now
I remember my friends from those days
Sometimes I wonder if they were real
I look in my garden at the gnomes
I swear I see them moving
Out the corner of my eye
I see my daughter watching
Only one year old but she laughs
I swear she sees what I saw
And I feel a tiny bit jealous
I whisper into my baby girls’ ear
Say hello to them for me
To the pixies and the fairies
The witches and gnomes
To the fairy tales and nursery rhymes
And the things I will never tell
The secrets that were given me
By my magical friends way back then
Will stay with me always
I feel safe in the knowledge
They will accompany you on your way
Even now when I look in the skies above
I say a prayer to the stars
The lost people I still love no longer visit me
But I know that they are still there
My childhood dreams were amazing
I know my daughters will be too
I read to her the stories I heard
The ones that inspired me
Gave me my imagination and growth
I know she’s only one year old
And she doesn’t understand
But very soon she will
Be dreaming in wonderland
Dancing with fairies soon
My friends will be her friends
I know they will look after her
Take her to the magical places
I remember and hold in my heart
And give her the most amazing gift
Childhood dreams
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I am playing with my dollies
And my princess pram all pink
I'm nearly 5
A big girl now
No more nappies
Or plastic pants
I think
I outgrew the potty
When I was only three
My mum says it's because I am brave
Now I go to the toilet all by myself
But today my bum didn't behave
My tummy was hurting
Making squidgy noises too
Blowing bubbles inside
I needed the loo
But it was too far away
I felt it coming
I knew I was going to poo
I couldn't stop it
It was runny and wet
Dribbling down my legs
Err smelly poo
I stood on the floor
I shouted for mummy
But she’d already smelt it
She knew
Mummy came in
Said “Oh deary me”
“Did we have an accident?” She asks
I look down
“Only me” I reply
My legs were horribly brown
I started to cry
Mummy hugs me and says
“Everyone poops you know
Even the Queen
Let’s get you in the bath
Fresh new pyjamas
You’ll feel as good as new
Sparkling, fresh and poop free”
Fifteen years on
My first date a disaster
Oh yes, all thanks to my bum
I should have known better
A bad idea it transpired
A curry
The night before
With my mum
That morning I woke up
I knew I was in trouble
When I felt my feverish brow
My belly was bubbling
Making squidgy noises as before
I was really in turmoil now
This isn’t good news
I feel awful and sick
My intestines are angry and raw
Rebelling and furious
They are plotting their revenge
For the curry I'd had the night before
But I’m a big girl now
So my mum says
The rumblings I chose to ignore
Brave or stupid
Feeling nervous and scared
I walk nervously out of the door
I shuffle into the restaurant
A penguin walking on ice
My bum cheeks squeezed together
I smile, he looks really nice
Actually if I’m totally honest
It was a bit more like a wince
But I was too scared to move
Too scared to breathe
It was all I could manage
I was convinced
I resist the urge to pass wind
My bum and I are at war
Anxious to avoid a lethal escape
I feel the bubbling’s I remembered from before
I excuse myself from the table
Plead silently for my bum to behave
Walking penguin style
Across a crowded restaurant
I can do this
I am brave
I find my sanctuary
In the form of a loo
Sitting down I feel surges of pain
Squelching noises galore
Sweating buckets I'm sure
My modesty I hope to retain
With my elbows on my knees
I push just a little
My bum explodes
I am shocked
Poop expels from my body
A 100 miles an hour at least
Making a terrible sound as it plopped
The smell is intense
I want to cry
Poop has ricocheted off the bowl
Splattered all over my bum
I've formed a seal around the seat
This is a nightmare
I have no control
As I stand up the seat sticks to my bum
I unpeeled myself off
It crashes down to the bowl
I clean up
Feel a bit better
But into bed I want to roll
I flush the smell away
And I hope the disgrace
I look in the mirror and gasp
I look like a zombie
A lovely first date
Was that really too much to ask?
Leaving the ladies
I return to my date
He is still there
What do I tell him?
My secret was mine to keep
Is honesty the best policy here?
What lie can I use?
But I take a deep breath and I speak
“I'm fine, thanks for waiting
I had a dodgy curry last night”
He laughs and I felt silly
Who talks about poop on a first date?
He smiles
He says “Hey don’t be embarrassed
Everyone poops, I relate!”
Shall we go somewhere else instead? He asks
“Like a public toilet?" I joke
He laughs as he takes my hand
He is cute
I really like him
He is gorgeous
He seems to understand
He walked me home
Hmm no
It was actually more of a crawl
But a kiss on the doorstep
And another date next week
Maybe this wasn't a disaster after all
Seventy years on
I am living in a home
I married my first date
We had a family of our own
Wed sixty glorious years
He passed away last year
Now I'm back in nappies again
Oh what a cheer
Yesterday was my birthday
I am ninety years old and a day
I had a naughty curry last night
And I think I'm in trouble today
My tired old organs
Don’t work like they did before
My skin is all crinkled
My intestines are like straws
The nurse comes in to change me
Nappy filled with poop galore
She smiles
Says “Don’t worry my love
Everyone poops"
She's seen it all I'm sure
I smile as I remember
Those very same words spoken
To me when I was four
By my dear old mum
In the bathroom
In our house
So many years before
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The excitement starts
The second I wake up
I have the biggest smile ever
Today I am jumping
Today I will fly
My stomach has butterflies
A tea and I’m ready to go
To the skydiving hanger
To my chariot with wings
The tiny aerodrome
Welcomes me home once again
They are like family
Watched me fly
Pass my course
And become qualified
I put my rig on
And do my checks
Doing the buckles up tight
I pull the straps across my chest
I am ready to go
Let’s go fly
The chariot starts
Its golden wings are alive
We all pile in, the four of us
Like sardines all seated back to back
It is hot and bumpy
Riding through the sky
The excitement builds
I cannot wait
I want to go
I want to fly free
Two minutes we have
The pilot shouts
Helmets on and pin check done
We are ready to go
The door flies open
The deafening wind blasts our ears
One by one we jump out
At 12000 feet
I’m not here to look at the view
Although it is rather captivating
The horizon below
On top of the universe I am
I jump out the door
Feel the wind against my face
Forceful and strong
It’s strength holding me firm
My body symmetrical
I fall through the sky
I feel like I am floating on air
No one else is around me
My hair flows behind
I am relaxed flying free
I am in love
With this feeling
Nothing comes close
I see the beauty of the sea
And the fields that it protects
The river looks still from up here
Tiny cars, invisible people
I know they are there
Sixty seconds is all time allows
A whole minute of pure exhilaration
No wings I need
No feathers or tail
I fly free with the birds with a smile
I bring my arm round
To deploy my protection
Out it flows, the wind aiding its swell
Spreading woven silk in all its glory
To help me land safely
As delicate as a bird
Well, maybe not exactly
I usually land on my rump
I have bad knees
And other ails
At my age I have to worry
I steer using my toggles
Fly towards my golden field
With wings of blue, I use the wind
To land against
The golden rule
I steer my toggle right and around I go in a spin
I try again the other way
I laugh and straighten up
I find my heading and aim
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
As I glide onto the sun scorched grass
Back to earth, without a bump
I let go of my toggles
The parachute deflates
Floating softly to the ground
Its job done for now
With a silent thank you
I wrap it up and carry it back
Cradling my hero in my arms
To save another life, another time
To fly is a gift
A gift I respect
And I will once again
Fly free
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I have a friend
His name is George
He is a giraffe as tall as my house
We have fun together
Walk for miles along the fields
He lets me ride him
We run as fast as the wind
George likes kids
He is funny too
He makes me laugh
Through night and day
As we ride through the forest
Galloping free
My long golden hair flows behind me like a sheet
As George gallops at speed through the trees
I hold on tight
He is my friend
My protector
I feel safe
We have fun all the time
He eats leaves on the trees
Helps me pick apples with his height
Licks my face with his long black tongue
I giggle ‘Cos it tickles
My companion, my best friend
I love him lots
And he loves me too
Mummy says he’s all in my head
He’s not
He’s real
He’s my friend
She says “Good morning George” every day
He doesn't answer, he only speaks to me
It’s our precious secret we keep
Mummy told me to tidy my room
Instead, George and I sit and chat
She shouts at me, George runs
“Come back George” I cry
I need him
Mummy scared him
Now he’s gone
Mummy says George isn't welcome now
She goes downstairs and I cry
I get angry and throw my dolls
I don’t like these toys
I don’t like this house
I pack my Barbie bag with my fairy dress and wings
I don’t want to stay
George taps on the window
I'm so happy I could burst
“I would never leave you he says”
“I thought you were gone” I sob
As I climb to the edge of the ledge
I slide down George’s back
We can run away fast as the wind
I scream in pain
My hand hurts and so does my back
Mummy comes to my aid
“What happened? She gasps
“It’s lucky we live in a flat
Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed”
George peeps round the corner looking sad
“No! No! No! I want George” I demand
Mummy smiles says “Not in the house”
I stand up
I am covered in mud
“Then I’m leaving
I stamp, splattering us both in mud
I will just take my giraffe and go!”
Mummy smiles
She takes my hand gently
“George isn't your only friend
We love you too
Please come inside and get warm”
She cuddles me tight and scoops me up
She carries me towards the front door
I wave to George
He winks with a smile
“Goodnight George, see you soon!” I whisper
“Back at ya Kid” He shouts back
I giggle
Mummy can’t hear him
He only speaks to me
It is our little secret
I have a friend
He is a giraffe
His name is George
He runs fast as the wind
I love him lots
And he loves me too
He is my bestest friend
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Greg Davies is my secret crush
He appears in my fantasies
With his dreamy azure eyes
And a dazzling smile
Greg Davies is the man of my dreams
An accomplished actor is Greg
A stand up comedian and host too
Indeed, he is a talented man
Entranced by his demeanor
I watch with fascination
As I cool myself down with a fan
Greg has silvery grey and white hair
Sexily flicked back with perfection
My hands yearn to run through it
Cup his face with my hands
Gaze into his sapphire eyes with affection
Sexy and clever too is Mr Davies
An ex teacher of English and drama no less
A welsh born beauty with brains
I wish I had been one of his students
Attending his lessons in various forms of undress
A bit of role play please and thank you Sir
I would be really naughty at school
Placed over his knee
Punished and spanked
Break all the rules deliberately
I want to feel every inch of his perfect frame
Stroke the places he likes to be touched
Feel his large hands on my quivering body
I sound completely cuckoo
But I assure you I am just in lust
This is one man I want down on me
No in-betweeners in between
He has size fourteen feet
And girls
We all know what THAT means!
He can be my Taskmaster
Or a master of a different kind
I would give him total submission
He can fire his cheesy balls straight into my open mouth
He can do what he wants, I don’t mind
I need his body wrapped around mine
His luscious lips I crave to kiss
Stroke his sexy chest
Massage him with oils
Just to meet him would be bliss
With a hint of a Welsh accent
His voice is divine
He is a man I would love to meet
The perfect parcel
Over two metres tall
I wish Greg Davies was mine
Any woman would be lucky to have him
His is a Taurus
The most sensual sign
Handsome beyond belief
I am sure “Eight out of ten cats” would agree
Greg Davies is gorgeousness personified
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2016
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