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Susie holds me close, whispers in my ear, Polly ain't you cold with your arms outside the blankets, put them inside, hug me closer. I want George to hug, not her, his arms about me, not her clutching me in her desperate way, his lips on mine, not her wet lips dribbling on my shoulder. What you want me so close for? I say, just get off to sleep, and don't slobber on me. But she hugs me closer, her breath on my ear whispering, Come on, Polly, keep me warm, I'm cold with the draft from the attic windows that don't meet properly, Susie moans. I put my arms inside, put my arms about her waist(skinny mare), and think of George stuck in some hospital somewhere, damaged by the War's shock and blast, and heads blown past, and eyes sitting staring on their own, and wounded men's moan. What you thinking of? Susie says, sniffing my ******* The War, and the Somme, and Master George away, hurt in mind they say. Susie nods her head, but wants me huddled nearer, holds me close, touches me, and says, Shame about war, and loss, and pain, then she kisses my neck again.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
NIGHT KISSES 1916
Susie holds me close, whispers in my ear, Polly ain't you cold with your arms outside the blankets, put them inside, hug me closer. I want George to hug, not her, his arms about me, not her clutching me in her desperate way, his lips on mine, not her wet lips dribbling on my shoulder. What you want me so close for? I say, just get off to sleep, and don't slobber on me. But she hugs me closer, her breath on my ear whispering, Come on, Polly, keep me warm, I'm cold with the draft from the attic windows that don't meet properly, Susie moans. I put my arms inside, put my arms about her waist(skinny mare), and think of George stuck in some hospital somewhere, damaged by the War's shock and blast, and heads blown past, and eyes sitting staring on their own, and wounded men's moan. What you thinking of? Susie says, sniffing my ******* The War, and the Somme, and Master George away, hurt in mind they say. Susie nods her head, but wants me huddled nearer, holds me close, touches me, and says, Shame about war, and loss, and pain, then she kisses my neck again.
TWO HOUSE MAIDS IN AN ATTIC BED IN 1916.
#war#attic#1916#maids
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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