“Welcome, To my cabin.”
“It is no place, really, but
it is me, don’t you think?
Full of books and old dreams.”
“A glass of wine?”“ Yes, I took all the
photos, may I take you sweater”.
My tongue stops working, I have
You alone, I know what I want,
I know what I need I know that the
Worst you will say is no.. I am tongue tied,
I am at my age suddenly shy.
I set my wine glass down and take
Off my glasses you take them from me.
You turn your back to me.
“ Unhook me.”, you say over shoulder.
Two hooks and you are naked to the waist,
Your hands drag mine to your breasts,
While your mouth seeks mine.
How long we stood like that,
back to front, or when my hand
slid between your legs, I don’t know.
Then I am on the floor, you
atop and astride......
Now I awake in the bed
you naked beside me
“I needed that,” you say
“Did you have something else
in mind?”
The second book of the trilogy, The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, this volume will be enjoyed by astute 10 or 11 year olds as well as adults. A reader does not have to read To Build a Tunnel First to understand this volume.
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An ex-soldier, now turned farmer, wakes one day to find mysterious marks on his hands and wrists. All seems well until black riders appear and kidnap his family. On his journey to recover his lost loved ones and to discover the meaning of the strange
Brilliant, and the answer was, where the hell did you put my glasses?
Morchuis
Excellent write!
Love
tinka
"do it again"
William
josie
WOW!
Wow!!!
soft sensual peaceful
so well done.
Peggy