Tuesday, 18 October 2016

Two Women

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)


  1. 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

  2. Tried 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...