They had met for sex,
in a
complicated
choreography that let
two wives explore
their mutual
curiosity before
surprising one
very lucky husband.
They chose somewhere
discreet
with a large bathroom
where they could
pamper and primp and
drink wine and just
maybe
chicken out.
But like turned to
lust via the
kisses they remembered
practising in
pink bedrooms and
smelly cars, the
touches wonderfully
strange and
wholly different.
After, they had to
bathe,
enjoying their
womanliness,
laughing over lingerie,
primped and pampered
and
perhaps ready.
A ting-ting told them
their
beau was imminent and
they
planned arousing
poses, one
sat astride the other
erotically entwined.
But breast to breast,
heart to heart, both
beating madly, they
simply embraced and
held each other tight.
(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)
As much as we appreciate your disclaimer regarding your imagination in contrast to our original intent in a photo, these words could very well have been an in the moment play-by-play description of the evening's events! Very, very well done, and beautifully rendered! ~C
ReplyDeleteTried hard to make them a man and woman but then noticed fingers painted on the man? Then made them transvestites to arrive at two women which I would have had read title! But all in all an enjoyable process...
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