With Her Head Full of Feathers ..

Neville

With Her Head Full of Feathers ..

 

She said her head feels filled up with white feathers ..

He just smiled, kissed her cheek and said fly with me ..

 

So she blushed, took his hand, then lay down with him ..

Like that, they slept soundly and dreamed some more dreams ..

 

When they awoke though, they touched lightly and slow ..

With no rushing at all and not a hint of regret ..

 

Then after a while and both caught their breath once more ..

She said, her head feels much better now, thank you so much  ..

 

Twas in that moment, they knew, they would soon be flying again

with no rushing or haste, no shyness nor guilt, or hint of regret at all ..

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2023 04:56
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Comments9

  • arqios

    Brought me to that old phrase about having feathers for brains but love love covers so many things... for my part I spit out feathers first thing every morning...

    • Neville



      aint you supposed to pluck them first 🙂

      • arqios

        pluckity pluck!

      • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

        Feathers makes me think of freedom , light energy and gentle peace .

        Lovely writing )) so nicely expressed

        • Neville



          thanks again my friend .. I feel very spoilt by you today 🙂

        • Fay Slimm.

          "Flying" is just the right word for making high whoopee with someone you love and I'll have you know heads full of feathers need shaking up with kisses and hugs
          - another sigh of a read dear amigo..................x

          • Neville



            ah' the days when no pillows were required .. bless you Fay x

          • orchidee

            I was ready to fly with KP, but she meant she was gonna wear a Red Indian head-dress. Doh!
            She gets up to some odd things.

            • Neville



              I would make the most of it .. it won't be long before she just lays there like a draft excluder slung over the fridge 🙂

            • Christina8

              "flying" is such a beautiful way of describing young love where there isn't any "hint of regret at all". What a wonderful recollection!

              • Neville


                Thank you Christina8 .. I've always thought it might be a bit extra special if one could make love on the wing like swallows and swifts do .. 🙂

              • Bella Shepard

                Feathers are such gentle things, ethereal and beautiful. Such fitting imagery for an act that dreams are built upon. Love should not be rushed, but anticipated and savored. Great write my friend!

                • Neville



                  I'm write there beside you Bella & thank you too my friend ...

                • Goldfinch60

                  Good words Neville, may you fly together in ecstasy.

                  Andy

                  • Neville



                    My word, you must have been reading both my pen and my mind good sir 🙂

                  • Dove

                    Being a Dove, I love all feathered poems. Loved it. Beautiful

                    • Neville



                      You sure you're not an angel, thanks tho' regardless 🙂 ❤️x

                    • L. B. Mek

                      simply beautiful Hyung
                      more vivid than a HD8k, vid...
                      (Intimacy, need not be
                      panting, breathlessness
                      its intoxicating, to be entwined
                      arms and legs, nothing else
                      headache's, as opportunity
                      to express a more lasting
                      chemistry, sensuality
                      knowing, in your arms
                      beats a heart, you trust outright...)

                      • Neville



                        thank you again brother Mek



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