Afterwards
When appetites
had truly fled and all their needs
were truly met
She turned to face that now famous
high backed leather chair
Where lust has since been
shed and rid and slaked
So many times
Though now redundant
Yet in the here and now
mid such confounding places
She is again the victim of her own
religious guilt…..
For in that very moment when
she arched her back and
urged him crash and then cascade
like some great ocean beast or wave
upon her swollen breasts
and drown or suffocate around him
She paused to hesitate
but only briefly mind
Then shivering he coaxed
a free arm round her waist
and pulled her closer in…..
Twas then she stretched
as both palms cupped her breasts
beneath behind and beside him
Much like he might have once
cupped a fallen plover or a sparrow
A tender and protective love
With no tomorrows
Then hands clenched tight about her head
Sucking air and biting lip
Twas then she died a little bit
Contented…..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes silence say's it all..
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Comments5
Wonderful passionate, sensual words Neville.
I thank you most kindly and truly meant..
What's going on there?! lol.
crochet
I best not know what it's all about. I shall only swoon, even at the mildest things! heehee.
I told you
The last two lines are very powerful
and the preceding ones are...
Yes but the last two brought me back where the title began.
thank you sylviasearcher
Very very nice work here...it is EROTIC AND PUT TOGETHER TASTEFULLY ALL AT ONCE...AWESOME JOB
you are indeed most kind and I thank you for your generosity...
I speak the truth brutha...u are a natural
then I thank you again
Ah - the blissful feeling of sexual contentment this read with its honest journey through passion's abandon tells an intriguing tale in well chosen phrases - if only a chair could talk eh Neville ? A haunting piece of gentle erotica.
thankfully tis sworn to secrecy, otherwise, my wife might well have my guts for garters... many thanks again dear Fay.. I really do appreciate your time and reasoned considerations ... Neville
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