Once Upon a Tablecloth
My upon my
How the morning
It did come
Once more upon me
Twas like a landslide
Or some flash flood
Crashing down without
So much a
Blooming warning
And whereupon my
Senses
They did all explode
Laugh you not though
All ye lads and doxies
For twas then
I spied a bank of
Tall mirrors gawping
Happenstance
Reflected and refracted
In the distance
Yes twas there
I saw her lying
Pon a white and blue
Check table cloth and true
Twas there for sure
I saw her fingers
Slowly drawing
Perfect circles
Pon belly flat and
Of course
Her very own
Milk white thighs
Yes twas then
She thought
None but the birds
And bees and sheep
And sky
Were watching
But I knew
Indeed I saw
While all the time
Close by
I watched and whispered
Through cupped hands
And to the wind
Mind
Come hither love
Come here enjoy me
One more time
I plead and beg thee
Before I bid
A fond goodbye
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: lips tongues and fingertips oh and an old blue n white check tablecloth, make the perfect picnic dont'cha think, or maybe ya wanna bring summat else along....
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A fine write Neville. Should I meet her? Or is that the wife?!
thanks for visiting orchidee.. she is somebodies wife, I believe.. not mine tho.... oops does that warrant a double mature warning label 🙂
Sounds idyllic but what about the wine?
thank you Michael, you can bring that with you...
ha ha - here's to all the wanton hussies - may they be free forever!
Bless ya Lorna.. if you do happen to stumble across one, maybe at a push two, would ya point them in my direction.... thank you ever so muchly, Neville x
Yes it has to be the right mix of wanton and girls just want to have fun without the dangerous lynx with claws.
you are without doubt a poet Lorna, but that is an interesting choice of words.. the dangerous lynx with claws.... without being rude, are you in a position to enlighten me? N
Ummmm...... there's a tad of that in all women I think........
I am enlightened, thank you Lorna.. I think 🙂
Seeing this title in today's list just made me chuckle.
And yea, verily, a most rewarding read. Was that Alice and the march hare peeping from concealment. Were that there was jam upon the chequered blue and white, for thence he would not have held back methinks.
I am darn sure you are write D.A.. am glad these words made you chuckle, truly am.. and had there been a pot o jam or honey.. no doubt he would have been there like a shot.. thanks again sir... N
A giggle a line for me in this tale of a lily-white thigh signing abroad to catch someone's eye - I could not believe that saucy wanton did not know she was being a-watched on that tablecloth - - ha ha your mind weaves a cheeky story really well Neville.
How good is that, very if you ask me.. thank you so much Fay your ongoing support and encouragement really are appreciated.. and for what its worth, I'm inclined to agree.. I reckon she was well aware of being watched... and yes.. I know I have a cheeky mind tis true.... where would I be without it eh'.... All Good Things, N
A chequered blanket is/was warmer.
if it got much hotter, I would lend you the asbestos one .... cheers sir..
She caught ya looking, and heard ya panting. Now she wants ya for herself, you dog, you.....
Enjoyed it
why thank you kindly & true.... Neville
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