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It is that time before bed When the day says stop But still there are things to do   As talk and chat winds down We give our attention To the News and Weather   As couples do before bed Before the sorting of cats Locking the doors   Before going upstairs To brush teeth and Peek at the children   (Oh the way the heart’s love leaps as the landing-light falls   on those dear faces - sleep gathering in what the day has grown) _______________________   Now the promise Of bed’s lamplight The click of the switch   And the slow radiance Of the low-energy bulb Spreading across pillows   Into the shadows where As I lie in bed and melt you remove your clothes   Such careful unbuttoning before the limbs’ balletic Moves in sequence   Pull-up draw-down Shed-off  un-hook Drop fold pile place   A jigsaw of curved forms coming together in a dance of shadows   And now the final gesture When if naked or not you Stoop to pull the cover back   In exquisite shudder Your ******* Fall and sway   As the smooth fruit Of your beauty’s Tree is revealed
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:04 AM UTC
It is that time before bed
It is that time before bed When the day says stop But still there are things to do   As talk and chat winds down We give our attention To the News and Weather   As couples do before bed Before the sorting of cats Locking the doors   Before going upstairs To brush teeth and Peek at the children   (Oh the way the heart’s love leaps as the landing-light falls   on those dear faces - sleep gathering in what the day has grown) _______________________   Now the promise Of bed’s lamplight The click of the switch   And the slow radiance Of the low-energy bulb Spreading across pillows   Into the shadows where As I lie in bed and melt you remove your clothes   Such careful unbuttoning before the limbs’ balletic Moves in sequence   Pull-up draw-down Shed-off  un-hook Drop fold pile place   A jigsaw of curved forms coming together in a dance of shadows   And now the final gesture When if naked or not you Stoop to pull the cover back   In exquisite shudder Your ******* Fall and sway   As the smooth fruit Of your beauty’s Tree is revealed
nigel-morgan
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:04 AM UTC
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