Sunday, 19 March 2017

As he left her

We met awkwardly in the
narrow hallway between the
bedrooms, two naked men unsure
how to greet, his dick still dripping, mine
ringed with the red lipstick
reapplied by his wife to
wake me up.

“Breakfast! Half an hour?”
“Great!” With a nod we parted to
reclaim our wives, and
pushing open our bedroom door,
pushing through the scent of recent sex,
I found her as he left her,
replete and wet.

(Image used by kind permission of 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 comment:

  1. This is amazing! We dream, sometimes, about being this open and free in our adventures. It likely will never happen, but that is why we are so drawn to your words. It's a delicious fantasy. ~C