Poem -

Between Courses

almost all of this is true .. except we drank Chablis from some kind of crystal glass & mine was cracked at the base ..

Between courses
and from somewhere behind ..
He drizzled wild honey
from the nape
of her neck to the V at the very
base of her spine ..
Then they made love there
and then
at the table and showered
together until
the water ran cool and the
salt flower flowered ..
What then remained
of the evening
was casually frittered away ..
Dining on oysters
and local wild fruits ..
While sipping chilled dessert wine
from cracked champagne flutes ..

 

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Being Me

The passion!!  Wowwwwww!  Neville, this poems is HOT. And I love it x

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author
Neville

I am glad it tickled your fancy BM .. it makes it all worthwhile :) x

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author
Marion

I can't imagine what the waiters thought 😆...hopefully it was a high class joint where they discretely  turned a blind eye...Great stuff x

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author
Neville

I had hoped so myself having slipped both of em the equivalent of a fiver each to busy themselves elsewhere ..

How wrong was me .. I'm told the video is available to rent or buy from the local delicatessen ..

Actually, the whole affair was very private and quite spontaneous .. honest :) x

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Marion

😄😁😆😆😆😆🤩

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