In a Moment of Poetry
She lends him a calm
Like on
Old fashioned Sundays
While
Laid back and watching
Vintage
Black and white movies
Then
Drinking green tea
Made
In a real china tea-pot
Although
As it was brewing
His cool
Calloused fingers
Traced
Infinite circles across
The faint indentation
Her panties had left
That which ran round
Her hips
And she ever so welcomed
With a purring
And parting of perfect
Pink lips
So he stirred in some
Honey
To be sipped with a passion
Then he
Rested his head on the
Flat of her belly
And both were consumed
By a moment of poetry …
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
Happy New Year. Good read
Happy New Year to you too my friend .... and thank you kindly for stopping by this post Christmas Eve ...............
A swoony moment?! Seasons Greetings N. I must meet her! lol.
swoon all ya like ... we got to get ya sorted once & for all our Orchidee... have ya got any idea what and how much you are missing with this affliction of yours..........................
Nice Poetry, inhaled with passion and taste upon thy lips
........................................ hello my dear friend n thank you for being so sweet ......... hope you got spoilt over Christmas, but safely tho' & tastefully too ...................................
Lips - what do we in poetry call the lips of the vulva? - I say "love-lips" for both the labia majora and the labia minora of the vulva (NOT vagina).
But remember I was a pathologist in my day job, before I retired - I'm 81.
......................................................... thank you for visiting and considering my little scribble sir
Beautiful passionate write Neville.
Andy
.................................................................. thank you no end, my friend, much appreciated
Neville .....................................................
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