He let her bump into the bureau
and watched as the roses he
bought her fell to her feet, the
cool water splashing both of
their summer-warm legs.
John gently knuckled her chin,
bringing her face close to his.
The blindfold rendered her
vulnerable and Sierra lay
her head in the curve of his
large hand, transfixed by the
sound of his voice, the orders
he delivered in a low whisper
just above the sound of the
willow tree hushing the moon.
Shauna
3 WW
wow you really can set a picture.
ReplyDeleteOooooh baby, this had a kinky edge to it. Very nice for us grownups! Also, inventive use of the prompt words, especially "knuckle." Didn't see that one coming. Amy
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Dear Darkness, I enjoy your poetry also.
ReplyDeleteSharpie, Glad you picked up on the edge. Hmmm.
ReplyDeletemagical word painting.
ReplyDeletehey there blue bell...sweet sound.
ReplyDeleteOkay, now i need a cold shower! That was one hot little story there! Very nice.
ReplyDeletecold showers do have their uses, don't they?
ReplyDeletethrilled to hear your enjoyment of this little
tryst, Lola
Aah! To be that desired!!
ReplyDeleteI know, to feel someone's ultimate desire
ReplyDeletefor you is such a dream come true.