The Angle of Her Lay
Depending on the time of day
he might well
choose to rise and meet her
halfway perhaps
beneath that flimsy cotton
bodice top ..
below her shift, her slip or stay ..
Oh’ dear lord
he cried; she has the profile of
a feline and
the subtle curve of a swans neck
feeding ….
Oh’ yes, she does
and just between the you and me
Depending
on the angle of her lay …
Somewhere
between the hollow of her
shoulders
and the very gentlest of sways
Her back
would arc to greet him
as she bites her lip and blushes
and she prays that he
her lover might just stay another day
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Author:
Neville (
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A romantically intimate moment to sigh for and versed to perfection by your expertise mon ami......... I truly admire the inter-rhyming that brings it alive even more..............x
bless you Fay .. x
Might have to swoon at this! And should I meet her?! lol.
No doubt about it Mr. O ... this one would make anyone swoon ....................... n truly 🙂
Wimmin, I'll never understand them... and you dont help, now i'm bluddy confused too.
Or maybe U R just mez mur I zd .......... or summat ............... 🙂
Oooo felt heat from this my friend!
I take it that's a yes then .............................. cheers Dan 🙂
Neville,
Hopefully her wish
is his command.
A wonderfully penned poem.
Thank you for sharing my dear Poet.
Laura🌻
and what could be better than that to digest over my breakfast honey toast and porridge .. thank you so much my friend 🌻 🙂
A very sensuous pen under your command N. 👍
she is my pen friend, my friend ..................... and thank you no end 🙂
😊
A leisurely ride over some interesting cuntry, Nev. (As Hamlet might have said....)
Thank you for contributing to this, my latest little scribble DD each n every offering appreciated ........................ N
crazy, how with hindsight
all that we couldn't fathom
becomes so glaringly understandable,
its just a little unfair
how it often arrives, a little too late
for those willing to hold-on and fight...
another wonderful poetic treat, dear poet
captured the poetic voice with such sincerity
Thank you L.B and as always, very muchly ....................... Neville
Now I know who to blame for the hot summer night.
cant beat a strawberry mivvi can ya ........................................... 🙂
Exquisite! What a wonderful description, and dare I say I am jealous of the gorgeous profile
no need .. but I do seriously thank thee ..................... 🙂 x
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