The Maitre D’ always
kept that
table by the window,
screened by greenery,
free each Friday for
them to
kick back after their
long week apart,
marooned in the world
of work, their mutual
love and lust kept
bubbling with
texts, selfies, words
whispered,
promises of acts
performed once their
other appetites were
sated, their
waiter often aroused
by the bouquet of
panties passed from
pussy to pocket, a
glimpse of nipple, the
business of
hands and feet in
their
not-so-subtle struggle
to
keep the table firmly between
them.
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am indebted and whom you should visit)
Wonderful! We are proud to be included here, as always! ~H+C
ReplyDeleteYou have put beautiful words to a beautiful photo <3
ReplyDeleteLove Olivia
Very nice
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