Lady Stories

Vodka, my Lady I finally have you My Russian Bride Strong and tasty But let's not be hasty Slowly sipped, savoured and loved, that's my Lady My Vodka, my love Never leave me Lady Vodka

I have entered her world and she in mine. The skies are coloured storm cloud grey. I don’t know why? Grey is soothing, neutral. To calm the shifting tide of emotions. Sometimes it is high and at times low. I longed for her presence. I like the way she blushes.When she says “Yay.”Even though my eyes have not seen or ears have heard. She loves words, moulding and shaping them. Like a potter to clay. When read, listened to,...

I call her Lady. That is what she is and will be. And time. What is time? It is the difference between us. A number. A perception. It does not exist when we are talking. My heart beats faster as my mind finds her in my crowded thoughts. I would have loved to meet her in my past. In the present I am spoken for but it’s complicated. I am her online friend. But my emotions betray me. Drawn back to feelings that I thought wer...