THAT MUCH EASIER.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUNG MAN AND OLDER WOMAN TRYING TO MAKE OUT.
Mrs Parton said
come on round my husband's out for the day and won't be home for lunch so Baruch went around on his afternoon off forsaking the relaxation of listening to Delius forgoing two glasses of wine and a closed eyes lie down on his bed he visited Mrs Parton instead walking up her street eyes behind curtains watching him he supposed she opened her door and let him in there she said sit on the sofa and hey take off your jacket so he took off his jacket and she laid it on an armchair a dog barked nearby o pay him no mind that's just Brownie our mutt I locked him outside o right Baruch said looking up at the window across the room where the sound came from you want a drink? she asked yes ok he said I'll get you one later she said and she leaned into him and kissed his cheek he felt it and sensed the passion behind it but didn't expect it after all she was 40 to his 28 ( why did I come around? he mused) she leaned back and gazed at him her eyes hawk-like taking in his uncertainty don't look so surprised she said after all you did come around yes he said of course she kissed him on the lips and shut out any more words he might have had he closed his eyes tried to remember a bit of Delius some aspect of his music to make sense of his moments their lips parted she placed a hand on his upper thigh moved it to his crotch (Mrs Cleves would have got him (at this stage of operations) a scotch) his eyes lit up his pecker stirred I can sense movement in the jungle she said how about here on the sofa I don't want to on the marital bed? Baruch tried to calm the pecker attempted to think on higher things are you sure? he said right now? why waste time she said and proceeded to lift up her skirt and take off her underwear he sat with an uncertain stare come on she said let's get on before the kids get home from school school? he muttered yes they'll be home in an hour or so she said she lay back and pulled him close to her he fiddled to undress thought of how Mrs Cleves would have got him nigh on hooked on booze first before she pounced he lay on her (Mrs Parton) his lips touching hers but the pecker would stir it lay slumped like a drunk come on she said don't you want to? I do but Percy doesn't he said Percy? she muttered he pointed downwards o she said her voice indicating disappointment maybe I was too rushed she said maybe he said and sat back down on the sofa and she sat up how about a drink? that might stir him she said ok sure Baruch said she walked off towards the kitchen he sat studying the room he put away his pecker zipped up the fly the mutt barked the sound of a bottle being uncorked a voice singing he thought of Mrs Cleves butt naked on the rug 19 years his senior but my God he thought she made it all so much easier. © 2013 Terry CollettFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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