How was the school friend Una? Brian said,
his wife Nuala
sat beside him on the sofa,
the TV was on some detective show,
she's all right
had a good chat
of old times Nuala said,
Brian sniffed her secretly,
took in her perfume,
her eyes aglow,
who's class was she in?
he said watching the TV screen
but sensing her beside him,
Sister Bridget's form
a right straight lace she was
had the humour
of a death's head Nuala said,
Brian turned and looked at her
her name's not familiar
but there you go
I didn't know all the girls,
not what I heard Nuala said smiling,
rumours he said smiling
studying her eyes bright
as they were after a good ****
where'd you go?
shopping and had a coffee,
what'd buy?
he felt a desire for her
but guessed he'd
have to wait until later,
nothing bought but plenty seen
she said feeling dampness
between her thighs,
that's the kind of shopping
I like you to do
he said grinning
imagining her
on the bed naked,
Nuala thought of Una
kissing her on the lips
and her fingers places
Brian never or rarely went
tea? she said pushing Una
from her mind,
love it Brian said
he watched her get up
from the sofa
studied her backside sway
as she went,
he heard her switch on the kettle
and arrange the mugs
and sighed with want,
she stared at the kettle
and remembered Una
touching her
lipping her lips,
Brian called was she
the blonde bit at school?
Nuala froze and said
no not that one,
shame she was a big turn on
for us lads Brian said
gesturing with his hand
out of her sight,
Nuala sighed and wished
she could have
stayed the night.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
How was the school friend Una? Brian said,
his wife Nuala
sat beside him on the sofa,
the TV was on some detective show,
she's all right
had a good chat
of old times Nuala said,
Brian sniffed her secretly,
took in her perfume,
her eyes aglow,
who's class was she in?
he said watching the TV screen
but sensing her beside him,
Sister Bridget's form
a right straight lace she was
had the humour
of a death's head Nuala said,
Brian turned and looked at her
her name's not familiar
but there you go
I didn't know all the girls,
not what I heard Nuala said smiling,
rumours he said smiling
studying her eyes bright
as they were after a good ****
where'd you go?
shopping and had a coffee,
what'd buy?
he felt a desire for her
but guessed he'd
have to wait until later,
nothing bought but plenty seen
she said feeling dampness
between her thighs,
that's the kind of shopping
I like you to do
he said grinning
imagining her
on the bed naked,
Nuala thought of Una
kissing her on the lips
and her fingers places
Brian never or rarely went
tea? she said pushing Una
from her mind,
love it Brian said
he watched her get up
from the sofa
studied her backside sway
as she went,
he heard her switch on the kettle
and arrange the mugs
and sighed with want,
she stared at the kettle
and remembered Una
touching her
lipping her lips,
Brian called was she
the blonde bit at school?
Nuala froze and said
no not that one,
shame she was a big turn on
for us lads Brian said
gesturing with his hand
out of her sight,
Nuala sighed and wished
she could have
stayed the night.
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