Flushed

Flushed

 

Oh’ yes indeed, I do yet still

vividly recall

how a single outstretched

palm might

 

  somehow, comfortably cup

both of her

  

small but exquisite breasts ..

And which,

then might tremble beneath

the very

lightest of his most precise

and equally

determined touches like

a brace of

 

  beaten and likewise flushed

or startled,

painted doves, from the cover

provided by

densest heather and golden

gorse bushes ..

I also recall, how she turned

and smiled

   

in my direction, before that is ..

She fell, or threw

herself upon an ancient tartan

coverlet that we

had covertly removed earlier

from her maiden

   

aunts, now famous four poster ..

 

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... an exquisitely written poem with an ancient tartan coverlet... cups that fit tenderly with painted Doves from the Cover... softly, Pat

[Neville]

I would be hard pushed to find the write words to thank thee adequately enough dear Pat .. yet still so very gently .. Neville

[Dylan Macadham]

Ah, I do always look forward to your well-versed escapades Mate!😉

[Neville]

For the price of about three pints of warm English beer you can buy them in near two hundred job lots .. You only needed to ask .. Cheers Neville

[Dylan Macadham]

Haha, Deal! 3 pints Guinness on the way!🤣🍺🍺🍺

[Neville]

I meant you could buy one of my books and help each of my three sponsored charities for about the same price .. but cheers, you clearly have good taste in tipples .. Neville

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh those vivid memories of a special lovers touch and the cavorting around in hopes of not getting caught adding to the excitement of the moment

[Neville]

My goodness & here woz me thinking I woz the only one .. Cheers PB .. Neville

[Poetic Beauty]

Nope trust me I have my own tales and they can get spicy