Our son was three and napping when you
jumped me in that way you once did,
all but raped me on that
Camberwell living-room floor,
my trousers round my ankles,
on my back while, skirt up, you
danced like a dervish on E,
grinding on my hardness, which seemed to
get deeper the wetter you got so that
when our son started
chirruping his waking and we
sped up so he wouldn’t find us we
both knew as I came hard within you,
kissed and shared a giggle and a
secret smile, that
new life had sprung between us.
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Comments
Aw! Fun, cute, saucy AND entertaining! -x-
Pretty personal, and borders on, well, I’m not sure, but somehow I find it one of those things that most couples will be able to identify with. ( If they will admit to it.) I think changing just a few words would put it in the acceptable range for every one. Keep in mind I know nothing about poetry.
And keep in mind that I am 63 and from another time!
Took a chance looking at this and found it adorable, intimate, and loving
This brought back some fond memories of when my man and I almost got caught in “the act” by our daughter. Thanks for reminding me of older memories.
This is lovely . . . not just for the passion and arousal . . . but for the love and the remembering.
This is one I shall read over and over, and share your giggles and the joy and the warmth . . . and the feelings of completion, reconfirmation, and new beginnings.
Lovely!!!