Neville

In a Moment of Poetry #2

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