Will she touch me this morning, he wonders.
She looks preoccupied, stares into space, moves like a robot,
Reaches for coffee and sugar.
Her gestures are a ritual, a prelude to her day,
The opening ceremony to a game no one watches.
Will she touch me this morning?
Will her fingers run down my spine?
Will she move me; make me sigh and whisper,
Cross a line into her world, into her mind?
Will she hold me as if I were her lifeline,
The hero of her dreams, the presence in her hand?
Will she touch me and bring her lips to my silver head,
Sending warmth through my body,
Infusing life and rhythms I haven’t felt before?
Will she?
He lays before her; strong, solid, silent, expectant,
His appeal undeniable.
A gleam of blue stirs her desire.
Deliberately she reaches, touches him,
Runs one finger on his smooth skin, along his scars.
He feels a pulse soar between them
And readies for the dance.
She unscrews the silver cap of her blue fountain pen
Holds his shoulders above the nib,
Leads him to the white sheet of paper
And they merge into one.
unbuttoned or undone 
Haha I love that
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Thanks Alastair. I thought I would try a page from another play book. 😉
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This is absolutely brilliant! I had several expectations of where this would lead, but I was in awe by the last stanza. If I could give you a standing ovation I would. Your muse was certainly with you. I can’t say enough so, I’ll stop here and wait expectantly for your next poem.
Cheers,
Dennis
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Thank you Dennis, Hmm, standing ovation? Wow that is very generous! You are very kind. I am thrilled that I surprised you. I will try to keep it up. Smiling.
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Vraiment incroyable!
Comme tu nous enchantes encore.
Plus que genial, je cherche toujours le mot juste!
Chapeau, l’auteur!
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Merci; J’apprecie toujours tes mots d’encouragements.
Et je suis tout à fait satisfaite de t’avoir enchanté car j’y prends grand plaisir.
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Teeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr! 🙂
Love it!
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I can do that. 😉
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What a bit of whimsical eroticism, Em ! Only a true writer could conjure up such as this. You lead thoughts and ideas in a lot of directions and then…., the last stanza !!! This piece is nothing short of BRILLIANT ! You’ve outdone yourself. 🙂
Paul
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Thanks Paul. Every once in a while my muse pushes the envelope.
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As she should ! …and you should !
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🙂
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Ya got me on that last stanza — not what I was expecting! Well done!
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Glad you liked it. Thank you for commenting, it’s much appreciated.
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You are wonderful
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I have my moments… Smiling and shaking my head. Thank you.
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Awesome…love it…. keep em coming!
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Thanks Suz. You’re the best.
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The composition on the table is picture perfect. The flowers, the red cup the pen holder and the note book form such a beautiful composition.
I love the poem especially as it makes one expectant of what is to happen
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Thank you for noticing the effort in the image.:-). My friend AnElephantCant has been writing stories(Friday Fictioneers) with a twist in the last line or so, and I was inspired to try it. I am glad you liked the poem.
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