In a Moment of Poetry #2
She lends him a calm
Like she did on
Old fashioned Sundays
Whilst
Laid back and watching
Those vintage
Black and white movies
Then
Drinking green tea
Made in
A real china tea-pot …
…
Although while it was
Brewing
His cool calloused fingers
Traced
Infinite patterns across
And beyond
Those faint Indentations
That her
Camisole hem left behind
…
Indeed
Those he ran round
Her hips
With a feeling of relish
And which
She ever so welcomed
Enticing a purring and
Parting
Of those perfect pink lips
…
So, he stirred in some
Honey
To be sipped with a passion
While resting
His head on the flat of her
Belly
Upon which … both were
Consumed in a subsequent
Moment of sheer poetry …
The End …………………………x