Upon A Midnight Calling

Neville

Upon A Midnight Calling

 

Fresh from the garden

or maybe not so very fresh at all

Having spent the morning

cutting grass

But then my petit fleur

you know exactly what I mean

 

Not surprisingly the

chlorophyll and the

leaf mould

clung about his leather boots

and as always

he got those clippings everywhere

In his shirt and in his hair

and neither

the kitchen or the hall were spared

 

From the hallway tho

she would watch his

work in progress

Then his eventual undress

Until with shirt undone

and shower run

She wanted him

to take her from behind

 

And so it came to pass

and duly done

though before departing

He made sure to leave

a handprint green

upon her belly taut and flat

So she would always know

just where he’d been

upon a midnight calling…

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2018 02:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: if ya gonna do it, do it green
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 56
  • User favorite of this poem: whisperingquill.
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    Swoon! He been cutting the grass at midnight?! I have to guess what's going on there, in me sheltered life. heehee.

    • Neville

      if you have to guess, maybe I will have to be more explicit, next time..

      • orchidee

        But then my watchdog Fido will start barking - unless you mark it 18+. lol

      • Goldfinch60

        Those marks must always be left to show that you have been there.

        • Neville

          How else would I find my way back.. thank you

        • whisperingquill

          Intricate weaving
          fantastic word choices



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