He poured her wine
with a grin
saying more to come
as they sipped and lazed
in the afternoon silence
wine soon giving way
to hands and lips
eager and wanting
brushing her hair aside
with a gentle, manly hand
his lips writing their thoughts
on her silken, inviting neck
her goosebumps
writing an answer
he understood with more than his mind
shirts disappearing
other clothing falling in heaps
nakedness in midday air
more intoxicating than wine
pleasure of undressed souls
the divine communion
*
©MidwestFantasy
05/04/2018
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Come and savor this intimate – AFTERNOON COMMUNION
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TY😊💜
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So delicious!! Yum!
xoxo
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A beautiful poem. Best line: “pleasure of undressed souls the divine communion” Wow!
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Thanks Walt! I like that one too🌸
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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… undressed souls – absolutely
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Thank you Eric
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Lovely write!
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Thanks Linda
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