HOT AND KINKY 1967

HOT AND KINKY 1967

A Poem by Terry Collett
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A BOY AND GIRL STAY AT AN AUNT'S PLACE IN LONDON IN 1967

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Nima showed me
her aunt's apartment
in London. Posh place,

up market. She had
her own key to get in,
and once we entered,

she closed the door
behind us and leaned
against it like one having

found the Promised Land.
So what do you think?
She asked. Lovely place.

Does she live here alone?
No, she has a daughter;
moody b***h, has her

own crowd, sort of in-lot.
We wandered around,
room to room and stood

at last in the kitchen.
Coffee? Tea? She asked.
Tea, please, two sugars,

little milk, I replied.
Take a seat in the lounge,
I'll bring it through.

I went in the lounge;
posh place, a settee
of white soft material,

chairs brown, aged,
but antique and fragile
looking. There were

paintings on the walls,
water colours, rural,
country scenes, horses,

fox hunts, red coated
hunters, hedges, trees.
There was a large table,

armchairs, lovely carpet,
and a lampshade in one
corner. Nima came in

carrying a tray with two
cups in saucers, spoons,
sugar bowl, jug of milk.

She put it down on a small
coffee table by the settee.
She sat down next to me

and kissed my cheek.
At last,she said, just us,
alone, no nosey parkers,

no nurses or medical
quacks to interfere or
spoil our fun or lives.

I sat gazing around
the room. You been
here before? Of course,

as a child I often came
and stayed if my parents
were too busy with their

careers or away on the
matters medical. I smelt
her perfume, sensed her

thigh touch mine, soft,
moving against mine.
Why were you sectioned?

I asked, looking at her.
Drugs and a sudden mental
breakdown and attempts

on my life by me, she said.
I see, I said, studying her
closer, each aspect of her

features. Forget that, she
said, lets drink up our drinks
and get to bed and have sex.

Whose bed? The spare, not
Aunt's, she said, smiling.
Is it a single or double bed?

Double with silk sheets, so
watch out you don't slip out
of bed while having it away.

We drank our drinks quickly,
then she showed me the bath
and the toilet and the bedroom.

What if your aunt returns?
She's in Ireland with her moody
daughter, won't be back until

Monday week, Nima said.
First a bath together, then
hot kinky sex in bed, she said.

© 2015 Terry Collett


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Terry Collett
Terry Collett

United Kingdom



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Terry 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..

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