Once Upon a Tablecloth

Neville

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

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2019 03:22
  • 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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Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write Neville. Should I meet her? Or is that the wife?!

  • Neville

    thanks for visiting orchidee.. she is somebodies wife, I believe.. not mine tho.... oops does that warrant a double mature warning label 🙂

  • Michael Edwards

    Sounds idyllic but what about the wine?

    • Neville

      thank you Michael, you can bring that with you...

    • Lorna

      ha ha - here's to all the wanton hussies - may they be free forever!

      • Neville

        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

        • Lorna

          Yes it has to be the right mix of wanton and girls just want to have fun without the dangerous lynx with claws.

          • 3 more comments

        • dusk arising

          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.

          • Neville

            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

          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

            • 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

            • Goldfinch60

              A chequered blanket is/was warmer.

              • Neville

                if it got much hotter, I would lend you the asbestos one .... cheers sir..

              • Suresh

                She caught ya looking, and heard ya panting. Now she wants ya for herself, you dog, you.....
                Enjoyed it

                • Neville

                  why thank you kindly & true.... Neville



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