SO GOOD SO MUCH.A Poem by Terry CollettA MAN AND WOMAN MAKE LOVE IN A HOTEL WHILE ON HOLIDAY IN 1972The Chopin piece played still pays in my head as I kiss her shoulder, soft, hard, my lips brushing, moving in, my tongue tasting, snake like. She enfolds me with her arms, her hands on my back, holding me there, capturing me lest I seek escape(as if), her hands, fingers run upon my skin. Far off, voices, laughter, coming back from the hotel restaurant, late hours; we engaged in love making, uncaring, dismissing. Lips kiss her neck, touch, brush, wet, sensual; I move my hand along her thigh; watch her eyes open wide, her mouth forming a small O and moving into harbour the small O becomes more oval as if to swallow whole. I loved the Chopin Abela whispers such a soft touch. Mmm, I say, so good, so much. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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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