Boudoir
Jet black with crimson lacquered walls
And
Just a hint of gold leaf here and there
We made out in such a room
I seem to recall
But that was way back then
When I was young and still naive
Particularly concerning colour schemes
And
Of course the integrity of certain women
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: No imagination necessary............
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The scene - penned so well has a certain poignancy added as a finalé -- those kinda women are best left within lacquered walls doncha think? A tender feel despite losing naiveity in this clever write Nev. .
Thank you so very much dear Fay.... Yes.. indeed you are of course write.. twas a long time ago now tho..... N
Ooh what am I doing creeping around, having a look in this boudoir? What would I know of such places? I'm a dark horse, remember. A sneaky 'Tee Hee'.
as soon as I posted this scribble, I just knew you would swoon before too long... cheers sir... N
I just had to tune in and read it, didn't I? Though Fido told me not to look. lol. Would it be too much for me to meet her?
Maybe.. stick to lion taming.....
Hmm reminds me of Les Dawson describing the decor in the Paris brothel where he played piano. Strangely he never talked about the ladies or his wage.
Getting shackled for shekels isn't the same as real love but... in for a penny, in for a pounding.
All one really needs is a pen and an imagination... cheers DA... and rightly so...
Hmm reminds me of Les Dawson describing the decor in the Paris brothel where he played piano. Strangely he never talked about the ladies or his wage.
Getting shackled for shekels isn't the same as real love but... in for a penny, in for a pounding.
Never seen lacquered walls and can only guess at the type of women - super write nonetheless.
Thank you Michael.... this is mainly about my hotel room in Singapore and the housemaid who looked after me and the missus while we stayed there.... N
What a room, what a scene, What a moment in time. Youth squanders many a moment, but some last forever.
Your poem stirs the imagination. Does such a room truly exist? The lady in question cannot be questioned. The "Boudoir" is unique as is your poem. Loved the colorations in it. - Phil A.
Hi Phil, yes the room truly exists.. I will try and upload a photo of it to my pictures when I have enough credits.. as of course does the beautiful young lady...... thank you for visiting.. tis always appreciated sir... Neville
Super write Neville, integrity was never an issue with some people.
and an integral part of some others....... many thank you's GF60.... Neville
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