He always thought
hers was a peasant's body
not as a critique
but by something
about the simplicity
of the way she walked
or stood or the way
she lay on the double bed
one hand resting
on her naked abdomen
her brown haired head
on a pillow at rest
the way one leg
was raised
one flat down
on the bed
the small area
of ***** hairs
he was by the window
of his bedroom
looking at the garden below
then up along the road
the afternoon sun
settling on the trees
aren't you coming
back to bed?
she said
still not satiated ?
he said smiling
sensing his pecker move
not of you
she said
or of Percy
if he's willing
he sniggered
at her nickname
for his pecker
the green bus went by
along the road
good God
he said
that's her bus
whose?
she said
my mother's bus
she’ll be here
in a few minutes
she lay there
open mouthed
uncertain of what
to say or do
you'll have to get up
and we'll go
before she wonders
what we were doing
up here
he said
she moved from the bed
as if in a daze
her nakedness complete
her ******* bobbing
her hands searching
around for her clothes
he moved faster
hurrying his dressing
taking quick glimpses
through the window
his mother was not
in view
he took a glance
at his lover
semi dressed
hair in a mess
her naked buttocks
disappearing
into cloth
he loved that final glimpse
of nakedness
that final sight
of bare flesh
his mother was in sight
along the road
quick
he said
downstairs
and she grabbed
her stockings
and shoes
and followed him
down the stairs
two at a time
her bare feet
sensing the cold floor
through the kitchen
and out the back door
along the brick pathway
he closed the door
and locked
and put the key
back under the mat
and speedily
followed his lover
into the woods
the ground prickling
beneath his feet
and she smiling
out of breath
hiding behind
the old shed
putting on her stockings
and he wondering
how it may have been
if his mother
had caught them
making love
and their nakedness seen.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
He always thought
hers was a peasant's body
not as a critique
but by something
about the simplicity
of the way she walked
or stood or the way
she lay on the double bed
one hand resting
on her naked abdomen
her brown haired head
on a pillow at rest
the way one leg
was raised
one flat down
on the bed
the small area
of ***** hairs
he was by the window
of his bedroom
looking at the garden below
then up along the road
the afternoon sun
settling on the trees
aren't you coming
back to bed?
she said
still not satiated ?
he said smiling
sensing his pecker move
not of you
she said
or of Percy
if he's willing
he sniggered
at her nickname
for his pecker
the green bus went by
along the road
good God
he said
that's her bus
whose?
she said
my mother's bus
she’ll be here
in a few minutes
she lay there
open mouthed
uncertain of what
to say or do
you'll have to get up
and we'll go
before she wonders
what we were doing
up here
he said
she moved from the bed
as if in a daze
her nakedness complete
her ******* bobbing
her hands searching
around for her clothes
he moved faster
hurrying his dressing
taking quick glimpses
through the window
his mother was not
in view
he took a glance
at his lover
semi dressed
hair in a mess
her naked buttocks
disappearing
into cloth
he loved that final glimpse
of nakedness
that final sight
of bare flesh
his mother was in sight
along the road
quick
he said
downstairs
and she grabbed
her stockings
and shoes
and followed him
down the stairs
two at a time
her bare feet
sensing the cold floor
through the kitchen
and out the back door
along the brick pathway
he closed the door
and locked
and put the key
back under the mat
and speedily
followed his lover
into the woods
the ground prickling
beneath his feet
and she smiling
out of breath
hiding behind
the old shed
putting on her stockings
and he wondering
how it may have been
if his mother
had caught them
making love
and their nakedness seen.
SET IN 1963.
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