Pallor

You are taut and

pallid so the

black suits you and

my pleasure will be to

caress whatever weals

tautness leaves back to

pallor.

With thanks to @itsmsstone on Tumblr for her inspiration and the wonderful image.

Sweet Sharpness

Her demanding hand
kept my face
true to her sex and
her strong thighs
clamped about my ears
deafened me to her cries
but my finger slyly
insinuated into her arse
kept her honest and
let me breathe again and
savour the sweet
sharpness of womanhood.

Gauze

My love, we all grow old, but

I see you through the

gauze of memory, always that

beautiful girl I

dared to kiss.

But nowadays

would I have dared?

 

(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)

On Reflection

On reflection, I know you
knew I watched you dress,
imagining the soft
hush of stocking up leg, you
fussing unnecessarily to allow your
breasts to sway that
little bit longer before the
dress like a white waterfall, the
sudden height of heels, a
flick of your hair, the
distant slam of a door.

On reflection, I noted the
lack of other underwear,
wondered who you might meet,
whether you might be
smiling when, tomorrow, you
draw your curtains.

(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)