Afterwards
When appetites were truly fed
and all their needs
were met, she turned to face
that now famous
high backed leather chair of hers,
where lust has
since been shed and rid and slaked
so many times ..
Although now, tis long redundant ..
Yet here, in this
damned, then and there, where they
both still reside
amid so many other sad and sorry
lust less places ..
She again became the victim of her
own religious guilt ..
For in that very moment when she
arched her back
and urged him crash and dive then
cascade, like some
great ocean beast or a reckless wave
upon her small but
swollen breasts and to drown or to
suffocate around him ..
She paused, to hesitate but only oh’
so briefly mind ..
Then shivering, he coaxed a free arm
around her waist
and pulled her tight and closer in ..
Twas then she
stretched as both his palms cupped
both her pretty breasts
much like he may well have cupped
a fallen plover or
a tiny fledgling sparrow, such tender
and eternal love
as if there were no more tomorrows ..
Then with her hands
clenched tight about his head sucking
on air and biting lip,
yes then, she died a little bit contented ..
To die this contented. Lovely
I am both blushing and truly honoured .. thank you so very much .. AGT’s Neville 😎
Brilliant.
Cheers 😎👍
Passionately penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian