The Breaking In of a Boy

Neville

The Breaking In of a Boy

 

I just knew I was going to be

late that night ..

the scenic route called me

to the foot of

her bed, where written in

red candle wax

on a dressing room table

and caught

in the reflection of an old

broken mirror ..

were instructions detailing

precisely where

I might lay my weary head ..

these were met

with a series of serious,

if not truly,

magnificent blushes, plus

huge beads of

sweat, the size of wrens eggs ..

and I was right

I didn’t get home that night ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2024 04:02
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  • orchidee

    Glad some ones are having fun, even if KP and I aren't - we never do! lol.
    I also did not get home one night - I missed the last bus! That was my excuse to KP anyway. What she don't know won't hurt her. heehee.

    • Neville


      Thanks for stopping by Steven & for apparently leading the way here .. Neville

    • Tom Dylan

      Nicely done, Neville. The scenic route indeed! 🙂

      • Neville



        There are many ways to travel but I confess to preferring the slow scenic routes .. cheers N

      • Doggerel Dave

        Wos you lost, then? Only when you commit, can you find yourself......
        You've returned in form, Neville.

        • Neville



          One does try Dave .. not to get lost .. but you know what I mean and I do thank you for smiling positively upon this little scribble .. Neville

        • Thomas W Case

          Superb work my friend.

          • Neville


            I had to get it down quick before my memory begins to let me down .. again .. I'm just conscious of the saying that goes 5 minutes on the hips .. actually, I think that saying is more to do with nice juicy ham on rye rather than mere common or garden rumpy pumpy .. 😎👍



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