Aftertaste
She was delicious
Not the kind of
Subtle sweet
Like clotted cream
And oh’ my God
Strawberry jam
Delicious
No not like that
That would be an
Understatement
And far too easy
To describe
Even if spread thick
On Ma’s homemade
Scones or bread
Cut like bloomin
Door-step delicious
No nor like
Grandma’s gravy
Used to be
Yet far more tasty
Than any
Sunday roast
And then of course
There were
The undertones
That came with such
Exquisite aftertastes
Without doubt
More satisfying than
A Full English
Followed by
One of those
French cigarettes
And making love
Again but slower
Yeah
That’s the kind of
Delicious I mean
Like I imagine
Ocean honey
Or even sky milk
Might taste
If of course they
Had a taste at all
But then
Work rang and
My whale sound
Ring tone
Roused me
From the taste of her
Now gone
Yes gone but not
Forgotten
Like I had somehow
So very easily
Forgotten
I was on call damnit ….
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Comments6
Being on call can interrupt the most wonderful of dreams.
Andy
it does... thankfully I only agreed to go back for the duration of this bloody virus .. cheers Andy
A refreshing conception of tastes your pen makes here Nev and compares so well with that special aftertaste of slowly made love which once sampled deserves to be given a poetic tribute like this.... you are a master at written intrigue and very readable introspection.
you do me proud dear lady and tho I bow to your better pen, I shall but plod and poem on....
Neville x
Good write N. Another lass I should meet?!
you sure are getting through em dont'cha .. I'm beginning to think you might be a greedy little guinea-pig 🙂
I can't get enough! Or am I not getting any? Any what? Woof! Fido won't let me go into that. I blame him, ya know! lol.
Ah yes, Maltesers... I remember her well. Attracted by her curves accentuated by her dark box. That smoothness upon the tongue melting into sweet decay and finally her collapse upon my tongue..... ah yes.... such sweet memories you have evoked here.
you aint done too bad yourself sir.. although you sure you aint referring to the black box flight recorder on a 747.. Maltesers have always come in a .. ah' gotcha.. almost too quick for me.. thanks DA..... Neville
Sounds like another "wet dream", and they are intense.
Forgive my comment
consider yourself forgiven.. oh' and well and truly thanked for checking in 🙂
Ha!
I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.
Instant favorite.
When on call the call always come at a bad time!
it really does
thank you for understanding..
Neville
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