spun in luxe

I loved you last evening and it was mostly yellow flowers.

I'de know Pu-erh tea from the arms of a stranger.  It sits in your cup of froth and cells,

stains the room from beginning to end.

We pleased each other with nothing more than mottled breath

and that drawing, scumbled touch. I've been told that women

over 50  become more sexually aroused. If so,

then the laurel that came swooshing thru our

naked-assed wrinkled-ness

was the puff of glistening jewels.

Now tell me, ain't that what you felt too?

Reviews

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Tender and loving while truthful and bold - there is a wonderful flavour to this piece.

[emmajoy]

'.. We pleased each other with nothing more than mottled breath -- and that drawing, scumbled touch.. '

This is far, far more than sensual... it's charming, it's affectionate and maybe true love wrapped warm between those final nine words!

[Taylor]

This made me smile and re-read to go to other levels of meaning. Thanks for sharing .

[Olivia]

The way you take feelings and settings and clash them into one romantic complex piece is outstanding. You are one of the writers I look up to.

[Emily B]

practical, plain truth, sexy as hell