Old Buzzard

I have come to the conclusion
Which is quite worrying
That although my sex life isn’t dead
The buzzards are definitely circling

The Slipperly Slope

A man ponders the inexorable downward path that his sex life is taking. Perhaps the condition is terminal.

A slow, smouldering romantic poem for autumn.

A wallflower is transformed into a man-eating plant!

A young woman wears her romantic intentions on her sleeve.