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Terry Collett May 2018
We set our bikes
against a hedge
and went over
and watched
the peacocks.

Milka stood beside me
commenting on
how dowdy
the peahens were
with the males.

She had wanted
to take me up
to her room for ***
but her mother
came back
from town sooner
so we couldn't
and after a short time
talking to her mother
we left the farmhouse.

Had she come back
fifteen minutes later
she would have
caught us in bed
Milka said
and God I hate
to think about that.

The peacocks
paraded proudly.

The dowdy females
walked past us

The last time
we had ***
in her room
her mother
had gone further
and her father
was on the farm
and her brothers
gone fishing.

After the peacocks
we rode to the river
and lay out bikes
behind trees
and sat and talked
and kissed.

The conversation
was mainly about
what we missed.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
Milka was ready
when I called
to take her out
(usually she lounged
in bed until late).

Her mother smiled
when I went into
the Farm House.

Milka said her goodbyes
and we rode our bikes
to some haunt
I used to know.

It was a fair ride,
but the weather was fine
and going the back roads
wasn't too busy.

The place hadn't changed much:
still the pond
surrounded by bushes
and trees.

We parked our bikes
and walked down
to the side of the pond
and sat on the grass.

Ducks swam on the water;
fish under the water.

Why does my mother
always smile
when you come?
Milka asked.

Don't know;
guess she likes me,
I said.

She stared out
at the pond.

It was calm:
sun filtered down
through the high branches.

I don't like it
that she smiles at you,
Milka said.

I dont ask her to smile,
I said.

She lay down
on the grass;
I lay next to her.

Who did you come
here with? She said.

An old girlfriend,
I replied.

What happened to her?

Nothing happened to her.

So why aren't you
with her?

We fell apart.


I didn't know why,
so couldn't say.

We just did,
I said.

I gazed at her
her profile was kissable.

She turned
and gazed at me.

Her eyes were full
of questions.

Did you and she
do things here?
She said suddenly.

No, of course not,
I replied
(knowing I lied).

That's o.k. then,
she said.

She slowly leant forward
and we kissed.

Close your eyes,
she whispered,
lovers close their eyes.

I closed my eyes
and I assumed
she did too.

I remembered,
lying there,
what my old girlfriend and I
did do.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
They went and saw
an Elvis film,
then went back
to his place for coffee,
and he played her
some of his Elvis records.

She wanted to go up
to his bedroom,
but the family
were in the other room
watching TV,
and it would have been a risk
if his younger brother
came up and caught them
in the room.

No where to go,
she said,
my mother is rarely out
and if she is out
you are at work.

He looked at her
taking in her neat *****
and full figure.

Wish we could,
he said,
but too risky here.

So they rode their bikes
back to her place
and laying the bikes
against the fence
went into the farm house.

Her mother
was preparing dinner
looking hot and bothered.

She gazed at him and said:
want some dinner Benny?

He declined saying
his mother would have
got him some at home.

Milka kissed him
while her mother's
back was turned
and both of them burned.
Terry Collett Feb 2018
Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open
to let in air on the warm

summer's night. Moonlight
in a corner, few stars
visible from where she lay.

The soft pillow held her
head in a gentle hug. She
had discarded her nightwear,

and lay naked gazing at
the full moon. Benny had
been there earlier that day.

They had been in this very
bed making love. Now she
was alone. Her parents were

downstairs watching TV,
she could hear the distant
sounds in her head. She

and Benny making love
while her mother was out
shopping and her father on

the farm, and her brothers
gone fishing. She was hot.
Sweat lay on her wet brow.

She wished that Benny was
with her in her present now.
Terry Collett Jul 2017
I had bought
the Kissin' Cousins LP
by Elvis
and I played it on
the record player.

Milka sat beside me
on my bed
in my room.

My parents and siblings
were downstairs
watching TV.

After the third song
she said
it's not a big bed
is it.

No smaller than yours
I said.

But it looks smaller
she said.

My brother's small bed
was opposite
near the window.

We couldn't here
be too risky
with them downstairs
she said.

We can kiss and hug
and that sort of thing
I replied.

But then
we get carried away
and one thing
leads to another
she said.

Elvis sang on
Milka was in a mood.

The two coffees
were getting cold.

Maybe next time
we could go
to your place
I said.

My mum's hardly
ever out
and she'd not let us
in my room together
she said.

We did the other week
while your mum
was out shopping
and your dad
was on the farm
and your brothers fishing
I said.

Yes but that
was a rare thing
for them all
to be out
she said moodily.

Elvis stopped
and I watched the disc
go around around
and we made no other sound.
Terry Collett May 2017
I cycled to the farmhouse
where Milka lived.

After resting my cycle
by the fence
I walked
to the front door
and knocked.

Her mother
opened the door.

She smiled
and welcomed me in.

She said Milka
was in the bath
and offered me
a cup of tea.

I sat at the kitchen table
and watched
as she walked around
preparing the teapot
and arranging three cups
and saucers.

I studied her
the way she moved
her hips
and how warm
she seemed.

She turned
and asked me
how I was.

I said I was fine
taking in
her ample *******
and the colourful
apron she wore.

She turned again
and I breathed in the air
the smell of bread
and the logs burning
on the Aga
and her motherly
milky smell.

I wondered how long
Milka would be
and how she looked
in the bath
with nothing on
wishing I could go up
and wash her
back and front.

Her mother put
the cup and saucer
in front of me
and sat down opposite
and offered me biscuits
from an open tin.

I smiled at her
and she talked
about Milka
her eyes on me
large and liquidy
like small seas.

I pictured myself
a few weeks before
in front of Milka
on my knees.
Terry Collett May 2017
My mother
is out shopping
but Benny
can't come around
as he has to work
as do my brothers.

I am left alone
in the house.

I lay on my bed
staring at the sky
through the window.

It is a warm morning
I can hear birdsong
and cows moo
from the farm.

Why did Benny
have to work now
of all times
I muse.

I remember
that time
when he came
and my mother
had just gone
out shopping
and we made love
on my bed.

This bed where
I lay now
and even though
I knew my mother
had gone out shopping
there was an odd thrill
that she might
come back
and it added
to the excitement.

But she didn't
and Benny had
just gone
when she drove back
in the car
with the shopping.

I ought to get up
and wash
and dress
but I want to lay here
a bit more
and imagine Benny
is here
and he's
beside me now
and undressed
and we kiss and touch.

I sense the electric
run through me
and I want him
and we do.

But of course
we don't.

I lay alone
staring at the sky
listening to birdsong
and cows moo
not making love
and nothing to do.
Terry Collett Apr 2017
Milka and I
rode our bikes
to the old pond
I used to go to
years before.

We rested our bikes
down in the long grass
out of sight.

We lay in the grass
by the pond
and lay on our backs
looking at the midday sky
with white clouds
and warm sun.

This is where
you used to come
with an old girl friend
of yours didn't you?
she said.

Yes few years ago
I said.

I turned on my side
and looked at her
lying there.

What was she like?
Milka said.

Well she wasn't old
we were just 14 then
and she was nice
and we had a thing
for a while
I said.

Why did you
come here?
she said.

So we could be
alone together
I said.

What did you do?
Milka said.

Lay by the pond
and watch the ducks
and swans
and kiss
I said.

Is that all?
Milka said.

I lied
of course.

I wish my mum'd
gone out today
then we could
have gone to my room
and did things
she said
but no she was
going later with Dad
then my brothers
will be home
from fishing
or it will be too risky
if they're not.

I kissed
her forehead
then her lips.

She embraced me
and I lay beside her.

Birds flew overhead
a blackbird sang
a pheasant called.

We were too
engrossed in
what we were doing
to lay and listen
or watch
the midday sun
on the pond skin
Terry Collett Apr 2017
Milka's mother
turned Benny on.

He'd go there
on Saturday mornings
to wait for Milka
to take her out
some place
and her mother'd
get him tea and toast
and talk in that
warm motherly
voice of hers.

He'd sit there
watching her
seeing how full
her ******* were
through her top.

How smooth
her hips moved
when she moved
about the kitchen.

He liked the scent
she wore
it reminded him
of that actress
he'd walked past
in London as a kid
with his old man.

Now Milka
came down stairs
after getting herself
washed and dressed
(her mother
having insisted)
and sat at the table
next to Benny
and he drawing
his eyes back in
from her mother
and on Milka.

How's it going?
he asked.

All right
Milka said
eyeing her mother
who was busy
about the breakfasting.

You took your time
her mother said
Benny's been here
sitting patiently
waiting for you.

Benny put on
his innocent smile
and tucked away
her mother's fruits
and scent as if
he never seen them
or the smell not
heaven sent.
Terry Collett Feb 2017
Your mother calls
just as you have
finished dressing

Benny's here
she calls up

won't be long
you say
looking at yourself
in the dressing table mirror

Benny is early
you dab a wet finger
over your eyebrows

bet Mum's chatting him up
like she does
you muse
flicking back your hair
bet she fancies him herself
you muse frustratedly

you look around your room
the bed tidy
you thinking
of the other Saturday
when your mum
was out shopping
Benny was there
and you and he
were going at it great

hurry up up there
your mother calls again

you sigh
and open
your bedroom door
and go down stairs

just coming
you say

and into the kitchen
where your mother
is at the side
preparing toast and tea
and Benny sitting in a chair
with his hazel eyes
and brown hair.
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