Sunday, 8 February 2015

Before......









I sensed your tension,
felt it through every tendon from your
arched feet to your
knitted fingers to your
nipples, pinked, erect on
goosebumped breasts, you
startling each time a
car came up that hill,
wondering which one would
stop and disgorge the man who might
forever mar their marriage.


(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

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