Afternoon Delight


Afternoon Delight

Plugged like a stethoscope
my ear on your warm chest
in naked slumber
throbbing heart to rest
a soft caterpillar
the rite of spring unveiled
tracing lightly with my finger
silver coated happy trails.
Bedclothes in surrender
abandoned on the floor
lonely knickers in the kitchen
gaping doors
deserted chores –
Your tides have washed over me
I laze on cotton shores
embargo laid upon the day
in crimson sugar walls
heavy limbs soaked with pleasure
passion driven tension slackened
please close the blinds.

© Frances Livings 2007



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