The Weavers Knot

Neville

The Weavers Knot

 

Despite the night tousled hair

twas still amber and gold

in the morning

worn long and held loose

in a weavers knot

 

Far too long to be modest

they said

and she had the way of a witch

about her….

 

Witches cats familiars and

friends

far too good to be just fucked

tho far too kind for her own good

a white witch maybe….

 

Then like a cat

without warning

she moved to an old leather chair

still warm from the touch

of some familiar or other…

 

and that is where she sat through dawn

with ancient quilt held tight

A single hand on view

seen only by her mirror

the other she imagined might

just be him

at least she hoped it might…

 

Despite the night tousled hair

Twas still amber and gold

In the morning

worn long and held loose

in a weavers knot

and she tasted of honey and sea….

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2019 07:00
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 52
  • User favorite of this poem: sylviasearcher.
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Comments9

  • sylviasearcher

    Oh I think this is a favourite of your erotic pieces

    You paint your subject with a mystical magical sensual shade

  • Neville

    I'm darn sure he is a witch... thank you for helping to load my brush

    • sylviasearcher

      He is a witch?

      I helped you load your brush?

      • Neville

        oops I did mean she.. I also meant, gave me inspiration..

      • 9 more comments

      • Michael Edwards

        My type of poetry - it just flows - a great read.

        • Neville

          Bless you sir.. much appreciated...

        • Fay Slimm.

          So evocative with its gentle reminders of erotic alertness when bewitched by love. Great flow to this bit of heated adornment to my first poetic read of the morning.

          • Neville

            I am delighted .. thank you dear Fay...

          • orchidee

            A swoony write N.

            • Neville

              U doo mayke me larf sum thymes orchidee

              • orchidee

                This sounds a bit 'Oohhh arrhh'. Is your surname Giles? Are ya a Farmer?

              • 3 more comments

              • Neville

                no... are you a guinea pig

              • Goldfinch60

                Very good erotic write.

                • Neville

                  Thank you Goldfinch60, much appreciated..

                • dusk arising

                  Ah, the enigmatic female dances through your words, enchanting, enticing, amazing creatures.
                  Long live their mystery.

                  • Neville

                    Absolutely, I’m more than happy to drink to that... Cheers

                  • Suresh

                    I don't mind loosing my Vir---ity to her, but she remains aloof.
                    She has been a reason of many a wet dream, always teasing

                    Even in my dreams she weaves a web, that tangles my erotic threads
                    Just as your poem.

                    • Neville

                      well I did try and warn ya... she did have the way of a witch about her.... cheers Suresh.... Neville



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