Dirty Laugh

Neville

Dirty Laugh

 

He loved it when she let him hear

that dirty

laugh of hers ..

The one she saved for

special lovers

and moments such as

those

she freely shared

throughout

the beaches bedrooms,

bars and the

balconies of Hydra, Ithaca and Crete ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2021 02:41
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Part of the magic in these tantalizing lines is your uncanny ability to bring to life your chosen characters. I almost heard that special laugh which reminded of someone summers back..........x

    • Neville



      .............................. Shhh, I thought we agreed to keep that a secret .................................................. x

      • Fay Slimm.

        Ha - - Whoops and Drat for letting out that feral but now remembered virtual cat...........Well woe is me for forgetting that .............x

      • Accidental Poet

        aaah, the truth comes out. My lips are sealed. 😉

        • Neville



          Poetic licence AP ................................. Cheers tho' n truly 🙂

        • L. B. Mek

          I fell for a stunner in Amsterdam
          she chased/followed me across the pond to dear old London,
          but then she found the jazz bars and that alluringly gltizy, night scene
          and I was left daydreaming
          of could-have-been's
          back, waiting
          at the empty fishing hooks, of Amsterdam's: bricked-in
          aesthetic rivers - of ill-fate...
          (yeah, I think
          we might have a common experience in our past, dear Poet
          and I thank you for inspiring my little scribbled reply) lol
          this plagued gift, titled Poetry
          where we have to dredge-up, all our repressed - unseemly
          in the name of Art...

          • Neville



            why am I not surprised .......................... thank you so much for your always far too generous consideration and opinion my friend ... N

          • orchidee

            A fine write Neville.
            Was hers a 'tee hee' or a 'hee hee' or a 'lol' laugh?
            And why am I talking rubbish?! (lol).

            • Neville



              made me smile though so ya did ............... cheers Mr. O 🙂

              • orchidee

                It may have been a 'rofl' laugh. Was she rolling about on the floor laughing? if so, I won't ask why, or I will swoon! lol.

              • MendedFences27

                The difference between a "laugh" and a "dirty laugh" is that the latter is accepted with pleasure. To find so willing a "laugh" charmer is most fortunate. To reveal it here in such a poetic form is very skillful and shows how tiny things can make a moment into a memory. - Phil A.

                • Neville


                  What an unexpected but nevertheless wonderful review .. Thank you so much Phil .. Hope you and yours are all safe & well sir ............................. cheers, from a most grateful Neville

                • Goldfinch60

                  That laugh has been in my world in the past Neville, but a very long time ago.

                  Andy

                  • Neville



                    ........... Of that, I have no doubt ... nor do I doubt the accuracy of your most magnificent recollections, or the fact you will again hear and also share such dirty laughs again my fine feathered & golden friend ............... Neville

                  • Dove

                    Dirty laugh, oh my , is that a coquettish pleasure ringing in thy ears!
                    Or a devilish wonder!

                    • Neville



                      Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I wonder too my Dove .. but because you have just spoilt me rotten, I could forgive anything ... well almost ............................... 🙂 x



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