Afterwards

when silence say's it louder than any shouted words...

Afterwards

 

When appetites

had truly fled and all their needs

were truly met

She turned to face that now famous

high backed leather chair

Where lust has since been

shed and rid and slaked

So many times 

Though now redundant

Yet in the here and now

mid such confounding places

She is again the victim of her own

religious guilt….

 

For in that very moment when

she arched her back and

urged him crash and then cascade  

like some great ocean beast or wave

upon her swollen breasts

and drown or suffocate around him

She paused to hesitate

but only briefly mind

Then shivering he coaxed

a free arm round her waist

and pulled her closer in…

 

Twas then she stretched

as both palms cupped her breasts

beneath behind and beside him

Much like he might have once

cupped a fallen plover or a sparrow

A tender and protective love

With no tomorrows

Then hands clenched tight about her head

Sucking air and biting lip

Twas then she died a little bit

Contented…

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Your lines get more erotic by the day Neville. I find myself fixated on that high back leather chair which appears to have seen much activity. There is much love and tenderness here. "she is again a victim of her own religious guilt", "I hope you were able to gently reassure her. This is a love poem.

Chris

[Neville]

I think it is, or was, or is, or was, or.. maybe.. cheers me dear, ya always welcome ere..

[Chris Shaw]

You are an expert in riddles :)

[Lyn Anderson]

One morning she woke up after the umpteenth death beside a man whose eyes were blue but whose name she couldn't quite recall, and she found religious guilt was dead also. :) Nicely done, this one.

[Neville]

ah' you know me so well ma'am... many thank you's and truly meant :)

[emmajoy]

Not sure what to say. think it's all been said! Strange how chairs and beds and other familiar items actually take on the shape and texture of lovemaking, sex, whatever it is. 'Perhaps She felt as if in a womb, maybe protected more by that chair than by the 'other' wondering how to contort for her pleasure! Your mind goes to all corners of the spectrum, Mr. Pettitt.

This to me is the other you: . ' .. beside him - Much like he might have once - cupped a fallen plover or a sparrow - A tender and protective love - With no tomorrows .. '

[Neville]

thank you emmajoy, I am delighted you found these words and found the time to weave a little em magic around them.. I am aware that you have been very busy with the Christmas collaboration and presumably lots of other things... Seasonal Best Wishes and All Good Things, Neville :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A wild ride in the poetry Neville. The description made the reader see and believe your words. Tempting tale written. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

you are a most generous friend bless you Johnnie and true.. N

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Mmmm what a better place to find the comfort of lust than in a comfortable old armchair- cozy and inviting no matter the day or time- wonderful write as always🌹

[Neville]

welcome you are, welcome you always will be and welcome these words.. many thank you's my friend.. Seasons Best too.. N:)

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Merry and bright and hopefully full of delight🌹

[Neville]

I shall keep my fingers crossed for you x

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! the only chair i have is a lazy boy ... corduroy lazy boy ;))))))))))))) i think this is an incredible sotry ..hot and steamy but the treatment of her "religious guilt" and the contrast of "protective" and "biting" .. pretty exquisite says i ... i like that your title is integral to the poem ... it totally sets the scene ... the subtle twist ... almost an after thought in the closing two lines ... i think your poem is so much more than the escapades on that brown leather chair .. thanks for sharing your fine poem sir!
E.

[Neville]

my word sir, what a lovely review.. thank you for cramming so much encouragement into such a tiny little space.. I love it when you have stopped by... Oh' and, yes, there is more to these words than might immediately meet the eye... Seasonal smiles and a man hug for ya my brother... N

[Einstein Noodle]

:) love ya man!

[Neville]

back at ya & true :)

[lightsong]

I applaud You high dear Neville, so high! for each rich thought Your poem is loaded with, Your message to humanity, beyond the sensual words, Your dream to live in a world where only "Love" is there, only Love rules... beautiful my friend, profoundly beautiful.

[Neville]

How wonderfully kind my wonderful friend.. thank you so much.. Seasons Greetings and All Good Things to You :) x

[lightsong]

Happiest Holidays dear N :) xxx

[Neville]

Bless you my friend and the very same to you.. :) xx

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woah you picture it all in a sassy way and its fabulous poetry. Your word choice is also spectacularly poetic and charming I must say. It made me think of the way my hubby has to coax me back to love after he has raged about the way I do things so I enjoyed your poem relatable in a way. Kudos.

Soo nice to read from your inking again, pleez do comment/add your thoughts/ review my newest poem too. I like saying hi to poets and poetry.

[Neville]

thank you for stopping to consider these words and for the message you left behind for me to find here... All Good THings, and true... Neville

[Ardra]

Mmmm guilt forgotten when he pulls her close..... wonderfully done N. :))
Ah the chair seemed to have lot of history....must be handed over in generations :p

[Neville]

thank you so much Ardra.. remember, a gentleman never tells N:)

[Ardra]

Heheh :)
Okies.... Mr. Gentleman...

[Neville]

Sshh..... x

[NotUsinganymore]

Beautiful love poem! but I feel like that poem has a deeper meaning. It seems like the woman is unhappy about the way she looks, but she's still accepted by the love of her life.

[Neville]

thank you for checking in and considering these words of mine.. the visit is both welcome and much appreciated.. cheers, Neville

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you! Please check out my newest poem called 'Art.'