Holly lies
in the bed
it's Sunday
and no work
she says and
Geraldine
is down stairs
preparing
the breakfast
standing there
in her short
silk nightie
but when she
returns and
we have drunk
and eaten
our breakfast
we'll make love
once again
before we
go out to
eat our lunch
in that small
restaurant
sit outside
watching the
world go by
sipping wine
eating our
Spanish dish
but till then
it's breakfast
after that
we'll nibble
each other
kiss soft flesh
investigate
fish like clams
kiss soft lips
speak soft words
as the ***
honey drips.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
Holly lies
in the bed
it's Sunday
and no work
she says and
Geraldine
is down stairs
preparing
the breakfast
standing there
in her short
silk nightie
but when she
returns and
we have drunk
and eaten
our breakfast
we'll make love
once again
before we
go out to
eat our lunch
in that small
restaurant
sit outside
watching the
world go by
sipping wine
eating our
Spanish dish
but till then
it's breakfast
after that
we'll nibble
each other
kiss soft flesh
investigate
fish like clams
kiss soft lips
speak soft words
as the ***
honey drips.
TWO WOMEN ONE SUNDAY IN 1986 AFTER BREAKFAST IN BED.
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