Category Archives: compared to a younger example

BECKY**

**AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Name and circumstances changed to protect…the Author!

At a doctor’s office new to him,

Was coaxed by a welcoming wind…

Viscerally

His loins agreed,

On something he could not pretend.

All women his records reviewed,

By “Becky”** he was interviewed…

What can we say

Happened that day,

Or what the man construed?

Tingling in his loin muscles,

As if something need hustle…

Straight into being

A swell way of seeing,

The feelings he must tussle!

Becky–older but not old–

Formed in an attractive mold…

Dark red hair

All freckles were there,

Hands slightly wrinkled…but made of gold.

White lace skirt above the knee,

Smoothed down near constantly…

Lower affairs

Held enticing airs,

Blouse was brown in white polka dot seas.

Something in the way she asked

Her questions in doing her task…

All anticipating

Answers she was awaiting,

He openness wasn’t masked!

Highly welcome delights,

Gotten with Becky’s insights….

Tingles remained–

He never complained–

But kept himself in check and aware!  🙂

–Jonathan Caswell

GRATITUDE FOR “MY” WOMEN

GRATITUDE FOR “MY” WOMEN

I would have come on my own,

But she said to bring the wife…

Can’t get away with “nothing”

But that’s how I prefer my life.

Even joking is dangerous

For what, in an instant, he’ll do…

Reminded of certain realities.

Makes his heart remain true.

What’s in a fertile imagination

I’m told in a man is okay….

But when he strikes out for “freedom”

He mustn’t slip away!

He loves his wife, but excitement

Of another woman looks fun…

Sometimes a loving reminder

Confirms you’re the only one!

He may not like his dreams dashed,

By the targets of his urge….

But he needs to face it–

Betrayal is not a loving word!

–Jonathan Caswell

PREOCCUPIED LION

PREOCCUPIED LION

The lion is preoccupied,

With wanting to lay down beside…

A lioness–

He’s too old I guess,

Wreaking havoc on pride!

He keeps on trying but can’t

His ardor’s outcome advance…

Poor little cat,

His plans fell flat,

He can’t keep up with the dance!

–Jonathan Caswell

IS HE SMILING AT HER?

IS HE SMILING AT HER?

Diana’s cat,–in tuxedo–poses in full flash,

Apparently happy being caught…

With her pearls around his neck worn with panache

Like a ruffled Dickey we had bought.

Pearls he had played with when Missy put on him

The doubled string at which he was surprised…

If it had been Master who had thus adorned him so,

String of pearls might have vaporized!

He was Missy’s Cat, spending whole days with her,

While Master worked keeping home fires burning…

Her little friend named “Tippie” sat on her lap and purred

We had a cat who was very discerning!

Diana found the picture–Tippie Cat’s been gone

Two or more years under sod…

Buried him on the edge of land that we used to own,

In woods where he often loved to tread.

She has “enough” pictures of this our last cat,

Health needs prevent getting another…

Reminding of his healthy years, our love and all of that–

We’re not likely to adopt another!

–Jonathan Caswell

THE GUY WHO LOST IT…

THE GUY WHO LOST IT…

The guy who recently “lost it”,

Whose manhood is not a threat…

Still has a brain that functions–

He hasn’t  lost  all of it yet!

He likes the luscious looking,

Faves he has in fact…

Commenting he won’t be brooking

But is less likely to act.

His compliments of people

He keeps closer to the chest…

Experience in business climates

He does what is best.

–Jonathan Caswell

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

(Adult Topic)

Become impotent

His fading manhood laments…

But what is inside?

-JEC

Little feeling left,

No place left to vent the ache…

Must thinking change, too?

–JEC

Engorgement all gone,

Being faithful accepts lack…

No one left to love.

–JEC

How to love without?

Can a man still be a man”’

His woman knows that!

–JEC

Appreciates form,

Less likely liquid lusting…

Why keep the old ways?

–JEC

Is safer this way…

For all women that he sees,

Much less threatening!

–JEC

Power lust remains,

That…no non-phallic can cure…

Bad apples near tree.

–Jonathan Caswell

HOUSE CAT INDIGESTION

HOUSE CAT INDIGESTION

I see some ribbon on the hall rug

That Kizzy ‘cross the hall batted there…

He used to bat a lot out,

Underneath his door, to be fair!

I heard he had a problem

With his litter box output blocked”’

The vet. looked inside and found  those

Ribbons in his colon well-stocked!

I hope Kizzy learned his lesson,

Fewer things left in the hall”’

He is, as an older kitty,

We hope wisest of all.

Speaking of blockage,

My parent’s Toby Cat…

Got into a chunk of suet

Chewing all that fat.

Toby moaned and did not eat

For a few days or so..

.We were all overjoyed

When he went to “go”.

His vet said no operation,

Just let it all work through…

Toby Cat learned his lesson

And let the birds have some too!

–Jonathan Caswell

HOT DRESSER–DON’T MESS WITH HER!

HOT DRESSER–DON’T MESS WITH HER!!

He opened the door for her today,

She headed in—he out—

She got in spoken pleasantries

While he felt none put pit.

She always dresses so smartly,

Short dress, well-fitted to frame…

Bright colored suits that set off her stuff

And dark colors doing the same.

She knows how to please a man,

That’s why she has kids…

The old guys here leave her alone

But have wide-open eyelids!

She has some reserve behind her smile,

She welcomes a visitor here…

Sometimes she seems to hold back a bit

Is it wariness or fear?

Gentlemen all, we behave ourselves,

Not with the young one before…

Honey for bees isn’t quite how we act

Gentlemen to the core!

–Jonathan Caswell