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 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
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.
Thanks for stopping by Steven & for apparently leading the way here .. Neville
Nicely done, Neville. The scenic route indeed! 🙂
There are many ways to travel but I confess to preferring the slow scenic routes .. cheers N
The scenic route gets us every time N. Congratulations on not making it home. 😉👍
I know its often considered rude to stop and stare, but sometimes, its hard not too, isn't it .. 🙂
Sometimes it would be disrespectful if it didn't catch your stare. 😉👍
Wos you lost, then? Only when you commit, can you find yourself......
You've returned in form, 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
Superb work my friend.
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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