Kebab Chips Drink

By Nick Armbrister

This new adult erotic poetry collection features new work. It covers sex, fantasies and things related to bedroom matters. From rude Spam emails to dark desires, it is all here. If you want to read something different, this ebook is it. The work is adult in nature and erotic. Over 18 only. There is action aplenty here from cyber sex to a randy milkman who calls round when the panties are on the line to a zumba student who got more than lessons. Does size matter? Read on to find out...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick's Poetry Books
• Release date: Dec 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463532669

Nick Armbrister

Hi, this is the publishing writing profile for Nick Armbrister, an author and publisher from Manchester, England. His work includes varied poetry and stories, including short and novel length. Topics include history, erotica, aviation, current affairs and much more. Nick has been writing since 1996 and published in the 'small press' (poetry scene) and in books for many years. He does open mic, attends writing work shops and is always working on a writing project. He has writing online and in real world books. Follow Nick's writing, news updates and more on his varied blogs links. Enjoy his writing, something different and creative. Nick has also worked with several international writers/authors/poets.Nick's other interests are gothic/alternative music, gigs, tattoos, aircraft, reading, outdoors, paganism, hiking and life. He was born in 1971.

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Kebab Chips Drink

Nick Armbrister

Copyright 2018 Nick Armbrister and other authors. All rights reserved. Only a single poem or paragraph maybe used for reviewing purposes. Credit Nick Armbrister as author or the named poet as author.

Cover photo public domain.

Contents

Dedication

Poems

Poems 2

Poems 3

About the Author

Links

Dedication

Dedicated to those who want to get it on. And on. And on. Keep on coming...

Make love not war…

Poems

Lake Comedy

Lusty girl I saw there in a Jane’s Addiction top

When we were in the soccer museum

Reminds me of when I saw them live

I was only a kid and had no such gal

No Just Because or Mountain Song

No thief Been Caught Stealing

Just a girl watching Mork and Mindy

Why did I notice her?

Her natural aura and firm breasts!

Then her looks and figure

Taken over by rapture

Kerosene fumes to my brain

Heady event more to behold

Forbidden forsaken forlorn fantastic

We got on and here we are in bed!

In a timeless yearless nameless place

That we call our own love nest

When we shagged it was connection

Things were said and many promises made

Except to not be detached

Give me a blowjob I said!

She lives in the town below the lake

May it always be stable

Let her take me the shore

On its serene kilometre shores

And see the moonrise there

New moon new endings

Reduce me to below nothing

Rebuild me again into what and who?

She says join her in her fantasies

This I do as she rides my mountain

See nature and the sun

Where old desires fell

Earth and sky union complete

The White Stuff

The milkman called round to the