Sex and Cheap Wine

Since it’s hump day, I decided to post an erotic poem, so if you don’t like eroticism, or are easily offended, please don’t read on. I wrote this poem a few years back. 

Sex and Cheap Wine

My love floweth over

like a cheap glass of wine.

An old starlet has-been

secluded, unrefined.

No more parts to play

for an extravagant price,

only bar stools and beer

looking for men to entice.

Wasn’t long ago

they sought my swollen crimson,

offering drinks and cocaine

to relieve their tension.

Foreplay wasn’t the same

the merest formality.

Lovers complained

but they lacked sexuality.

Ate ice cream and pussy

as though they’re alike

give them head anywhere,

use their cock as a spike.

Look back, not much changed

in the way I’m treated now,

except for how it ends,

I gather clothes, then take a bow.

Booze and Sex,

Bea

Ein Grossartiger Tag in Deutschland (A Great Day in Germany)

We have been working on our flat all day every day. One evening, I decided to have a nice little Italian dinner with some wine for us. It was a beautiful evening, so we sat out on our balcony.

Here’s a picture of the small anti-pasta Italian meal I put together of olives, fresh mozzarella, onion, tomato, fresh basil and drizzled with rosemary oil, and warm tomato breadsticks. The wine, Bardolino is from an area on Lake Garda in Italy. 

On Friday, after a long day of painting and running errands, we finally sat down with a nice cold brew of Grafenwalder Pils. Early this year, I bought one of the glasses so I could put in the freezer for my nice cold beers. At the time, my Love said he didn’t need one. After taking a sip from a previous beer we had, he picked up one for himself. I introduced him to a nice cold American brew. 

Yesterday, we had a full day. First we went to a flea market in the morning, and then went bike riding around by the Lake with my Love’s brother and his children. I thought I’d have some difficulties since I haven’t rode a bike in 3-years, but I did fine. We had a nice lunch at the Lake, and it was fun hanging out with his brother’s children. Below are a few pictures I snapped during my bike ride. 

 

From there, my Love and I went to Blankenstein to have some ice cream. Here are a few pictures of the area where we rested our aching bodies from biking. 

In the evening, we met up with my Love’s brother and went to a Knight’s Festival. The festival was setup around the Castle Burgaltendorf. It’s so cool experiencing a festival in another country. Below are a few pictures of the castle and festival.

Hope you had a nice weekend.

Bicycling and Adventure,

Bea

Kismet

This is an acrostic poem I wrote last April, which is a poem that uses the first letter of a word that begins each line. 

 Kismet

Keen quantity of care, offered an

Ice cream heap topped with chocolate

Sauce. A soft kiss after a lick

Mesmerized by his blue/gray

Eyes then led to the room full of

Taboo thoughts, but received sweet embrace

Lover of Ice Cream!

Lover of ice cream
put me on display,
valid cause to scream
my silence betray.

Its cold, soft texture
one lick of the tongue,
delight exposure
from bed I had sprung.

Trapped inside your arms
like a spider’s prey,
turned from your charms
eyes drift to the tray.

Only in my dream
will you share these treats.
Lover of ice cream,
I beg for your sweets.