Wednesday 27 April 2016

Dress








That gorgeous dress? The one you
fell in love with through the
closed shop window, couldn’t get
back to for days, amazed it was
still there and it fitted you like a
long, slinky glove but cost
half a month’s salary and a
bad case of conscience? Well it’s
even more gorgeous as it
pools around your high heels,
kicked away into some corner,
forgotten for the next few
unforgettable hours.


 
(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)

Monday 25 April 2016

Pornflakes and Coffee








When they awoke he had gone quietly and his
wife’s shy smile answered his first kiss—
“Are we ok?”  “More than ok, ok?”
She snorted, sought his morning wood—
“Can this wait? You boys sure
stretched me last night and….”
rubbing her face “…you both left a
wonderful mess, but now I need a
shower, and coffee please mister!”

He watched her naked beauty
wobble uncertainly to the bathroom,
lay awhile amidst the
still-strong smells, images of the
night as tight a ring about his heart as
that ring he’d put on his wife’s finger and
just as snug, water running, her
happily humming, him brushing
pornflakes from the bed and making coffee.


 
(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)

Friday 8 April 2016

The Bet








The bet was no more than
five minutes before someone
offered to buy her a drink, her
husband watching
his watch.

The bet was no more than
nominal to her after
two births and feeling
dowdy despite the new
mani-pedi.

The bet was no more than
four minutes old when a
man offered and she
shrugged, said yes, accepted
she’d lost.

The bet was no more than
a regret as she laughed and
accepted a second drink, wondering
when her husband would
intervene.

The bet was no more than
a memory when she felt his
erection against her thigh as he
leant in to whisper in
her ear.

The bet was no more than
a vague recollection as she
felt his hands on her forgotten body,
caught across the bar her husband’s
hot eyes.

The bet was no more,
mislaid as she
pulled his lips to hers,
took his hand and
stood up.

 
(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)