Strategically Lost
It was there where we lay,
I got so dreadfully lost
and for a moment or two
was quite beside myself ..
Drowning,
but slow in those
deep luxurious folds
our shadows
did then jointly cast ..
As we became naked
together
and bathed in the warm
afterglow
of old cranberry glass ..
Which by some chance
she had strategically
placed on the mantelshelf ..
next to her previous lovers ..
I am now a man of infinite
leisure and can do
anything she wants me to
and in abundance at her pleasure ..
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it is, what it is and nothing more .. so don't go looking, too deeply 🤍
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May that leisure bring such pleasure to your life Neville, as it has mine.
Andy
.. thanks Andy 😎
If KP and I ever become naked I will never recover! lol.
My poem about it will start 'As I felt the smoothness of an old trout....' Or 'sagginess' with the botox.
I think at a push after skinning and stretching your pelt, we may be able to make both a half decent draught excluder and maybe a muff out of you Orchidee🐧👍
That's what KP wants to do to me, I recall, now you mention it.
When the pleasure arrives hope it is eternal, enjoyable read, Thank you
thank you and kindly my friend .. Neville
You are very welcome
Paradoxes of truth blend with familiar idioms into a coherent view of life as it really is. A masterpiece of language and social norms that defy their outward portrayal. Loved it
Many thanks sorenbarrett .. Neville 😎👍
Strategy some say is half the game!
and sometimes even more than that even .. cheers 😎👍
Oh, most definitely! 👍🏻Strategising seems a lost art in some parts…
Right then Sir - if you persist. Cranberry is a really rich colour which can bring out the subtleties in a piece of well molded glass in a very special way.....
I'm going to thank you write here and now Dave .. I have been collecting the old stuff for years .. it is rathe super ..🐧👍
Oh great! I hit it at just the right level - didn't go too deep. Thanks for the generous response, Neville.
Loved the ending and really smiled as I picture the tint that caused the light to slide into that perfect ambience
many serious thanks my friend .. & seasons best to you and your gang .. Neville 😎👍
Excellent write Nevilie
Thanking you like this has become quite the conditioned reflex .. my fingers don't need my eyes to see where they are going .. Cheers .. 😎👍
You're welcome
It is what it is...and that is...it is is a mighty fine poem, Neville! Well done, friend! And enjoy the leisure! 🌹👏🍻
................................ .. . ... thanks Tristan 😎👍
Beautiful and soothing. Passion seen through a cranberry glass.
perfectly hued .. bless you dear Dove .. 🤍🐧🕊️
A fine write, Neville. And a great shag.
Ah' hem .. thank you kindly Jez 😎👍
Lost in the warmest place you could find? For a short while anyway. Yet, "abundance at her pleasure" sounds like it may be longer. - Phil A.
it lasted for two whole years seven months and three days .. but it was over far too quickly .. and sadly so .. bless you brother Phil .. Neville
You said 'it is what it is'. Please allow me to rephrase - "It is Beautiful as it is". Hope that conveys how I felt while reading it.
You are far too kind .. thank you very much indeed, your generosity is greatly appreciated .. Neville
Damn I am so jealous. May all your encounters be as pleasant. Nice write.
I can assure you that not all have been .. but thanks anyway .. Neville
Keep me hogtied thus with sheer intrigue as your note in conclusion begs off further and I've tried to be good, to fail miserably. Whatever the import, tis expertly rendered with such delicious imagery and that exquisitely haunting poignancy which only winks mischievously at me.
Oh' if only ............................. bless you Missy .. 😎👍
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