Sheila.

Goldfinch60



On that morning the feeling came over us,

That feeling of wanting each other,

We had time before we met friends,

So up to the bedroom we went.

Our clothes strewn over the floor

And naked into each other’s arms we went,

Our hands stroking each other ,

Our passion arousing as we touched each other.

Then it happened!

The telephone rang!

I answered it!

It was Sheila, the lady we were going to meet,

She could not make it this morning.

There I was naked talking to this lady

And my lover was stroking me.

The conversation ended

And we laughed and laughed

As our mornings plans had changed,

We could have made love all morning,

But no,

Now we could do what we always do,

Always do on a Saturday morning.

We stopped making love,

That could happen later

But we needed to go to our place,

Our place to have our coffee.

As I have always said

Like a parrot repeating itself,

“Coffee first! Coffee first!”

And now when we say Sheila

We just burst into laughter,

Laughter that brings so much joy,

So much joy in our lives.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2023 00:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: AT OUR AGE!! When ever we refer to our friend Sheila we just burst out laughing.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek.
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Fido must always have whisky with water first. He is saving me from a swoon, reading this! lol.

    • Goldfinch60

      Don't swoon Orchi, it is only in Fido's mind.

      Andy

    • Accidental Poet

      But does Sheila know? 😏

      • Goldfinch60

        Probably not but one never knows.😂

        Andy

      • Neville


        Ooh err matron .. naughty but also kinda very nice my friend .. write on sir, and might I ask, one lump or two ..

        • Goldfinch60

          You may ask Neville but I feel I have enough lumps without needing any more.

          Andy

        • sorenbarrett

          A great story and in a sense parable. Times change, how one small thing can change everything. If we can look at this with a sense of humor, how much lighter our life can be. Priorities make all the difference.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you for your words soren, humour must always be in our lives and with Mary and I we can laugh at and with each other all the time.

            "Coffee first!"

            Andy



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