Beautiful Bruises
I cannot keep this
To myself
He said
Then kissed her
Shoulder naked
Although
Indeed twas oh’
So very
Lightly executed
Then resting pon
His elbows down
He went oh’ so
Very low and slow
Yet far enough
And fair enough
For his chest hair
To brush again the
Small of her back
Precisely where
She liked it
Oh’ lord she cried
I’m overcome
Together then
They smiled
As one
Each knowing
They had both
Done wrong
Not caring tho
Not even in the
Slightest
How tho shall we
Each explain
To those who ask
About these
Most beautiful
Of bruises
No need her lover
Sighed
Let’s keep them
Sacred to ourselves
And so they did eternal
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2018 06:56
- Comment from author about the poem: in knowing that memories often fail and bruises always fade.. I hoped to save the essence of her, in that place we played.... N
- Category: Erotic
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Comments8
Ooh, what's going on there? Swoon! heehee.
I did try to spell it out for you..
I enjoyed the write
Memories fade and bruises pale
but scars remain to tell the tale.
you are so darn write sir.... many thank you's for considering these words of mine and for helping me to reminisce...
This is really raw. It shows a beautiful and intimate exchange. I didn’t want it to end!
a mere thank you seems such an inadequate response, given the delightfully positive and otherwise, encouraging message you left for me to find here, my friend... bless ya, Neville
Thank you for this warm and intimate expression of love so tenderly worded.
in turn, I thank you dear Fay for taking the time to consider and endorse these words and for the ongoing interest and support.... Bless ya and true... N
Super write of a passed love, those memories will never fade.
You are indeed most kind Goldfinch60 and much appreciated too...
Intimacy in the raw. I'm speechless.
Your memories of a loved one are incomparable. Maybe you'll meet up with her again. 🙂
you are far too kind and very much appreciated.... thank you my friend...
You are certainly welcome. 🙂
Some like it wild, but I'm in tune with you.
Nothing beats the estacy of a gentle caress.
Very pleasing to the sense of imagination
you have more than spoilt me today my friend and I thank you for it and true.... Neville
Beautiful and memorable write. Felt as if I were there....
How unmeasurably kind my friend... a delight to hear.... and maybe you were there, at least in spirit....
Neville
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