- Erotic Poetry
- Unexpected Weekend Leisure
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Click here"who be lurking in the woods?" curiosity in his voice
his attention caught by a snapping twig, a tiny little noise.
he knew she was around for he had seen her arrive
he wondered how to bump into her, a lustful connive.
what he didn't know, was that him, she had espied
had seen him walking from his car, as she had arrived.
she read in him his visit to the sanctuary be one for rest
and maybe good company to share, that theory she would put to test.
but, he had already taken the initiative and on her pathway pretended to be lost
and knew at one point, their steps would be crossed.
what he didn't realise was the state of her nakedness
and that it would be an end to his pretended aimlessness.
"Oh my! profuse apologies for me being so bare!
i should have taken greater care!
i didn't realise i had a neighbour so near
and to even bump into, there was no fear!"
"Dear Lady. What an unexpected pleasure
this moment, i promise, forever i will treasure.
and now, in this informal unexpected meet
may i step closer and u more formally greet?"
"U do realise i might like u lots?" shyly she wriggled
"So if it be a hug i might hold on." she giggled.
"On that i bank." with each step closer, his gaze her did measure
"for u be the most unexpected and welcome weekend leisure."
RB.
- COMMENTS
lorencinoabout 7 years agoYour poem has been mentioned in the New Poems thread in the forum:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=84673226&postcount=510
lorencinoabout 7 years agoA delightful poem that uses both archaic language suggestive of pre-Cromwell innocence in the English countryside and the spelling conventions of the current sexting age. Could the poet be suggesting that we are returning to an age of embracing the pleasure of sex that once existed in the world of the serfs and was destroyed starting with the enclosure of the commons. Fanciful thinking on my part, I know, but the playfulness suggested by this poem is casting a spell on me.
Distinctly a successful fun poem.
