One Summers Day...

One summer's day ... that's when it all began, can you remember. I'll let you into a little secret; i had kinda planned it, see i knew that little alcove was there all along, when I squeezed you in there. Boy, that wouldn’t have happened even six months ago, it took me so long to rid you of that home-county prudishness, that oh-so Englishness.
 Remember when we started doing the weekends to those heritage places, and i got you wearing easy access skirts. At first it took a while to talk you into not wearing underwear, i was trying to free you up, i knew you wanted me to do that, i seen the expectancy in your eyes and the red flush on your cheeks. It was so different from the way you were brought up, don't think you ever had any meat in your sandwich till you met me, i got the feeling it was always cucumber and dill with your lot. Anyways remember the musty smell of the corridor where i took your underwear off and you giggled, it was one of the first time you didn't put up a pretend fight. You felt me against you, and you did everything i whispered, remember your quick glance around before you took my erection and helped it slip inside you, how i came inside you. 
Remember how you loved walking around afterwards with some dripping down your bare legs as the guide talked about this being the queens chamber and look there were no doors back in those days. Your afterglow radiated every room we went in. Maybe you knew then that you were carrying the seed of our first born, what a way to conceive eh, can you remember, he's in school at the moment, Henry, he's got his own little peg with his name on it. 
Can you remember, is it swirling around in your head, like my voice, can you recognise my voice, you know it’s me, your husband ... I’m holding your hand, your fingertips are in the palm of my hand I’m the one speaking, hello, remember, it’s me ... can you hear my voice?

Freewrite - For the First time Ever

For the first time ever ... i left them alone, i was there enemy. They must haven't know of me, spoke of me in hushed tones and shock and awe... the boiling man that's what they must have called me. One look in their little black eyes and they wold know my outline, I’ve no idea how they see things perception all being about optics and all. but they knew the shape of my weapon the cordless kettle full of boiling water raining down through the cracks in the pavement down into their homes flooding them into death and melting their annoying shinning black bodies i hated them so much, they got everywhere all the kitchen units in the sugar into the drawers and cabinets.
Climbing the walls…
But the outline of the kettle always made them run just the little faster, panic in their colonies and the boiling water kills and destroys... then i switch on the tv and watched the real shock and awe…  Saw them, skeletons standing up in tanks and lying motionless on the ground and i cried for the death of humanity... now i don't kill anymore i leave them be.  The little things do what they need, i wish i was one i wish i could climb walls and go deep underground... but what fear to live such a life, to be so small and easily killed a bug on the shoe. An insect to spray.. Imagine waking up every morning having to go out there and forge knowing that someone holding the weapon of boiling water is standing there ... Waiting!