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Terry Collett Mar 2016
I took Amy
into the City with me
there was talk

that Marcus
was to return soon
from the campaign abroad

so I wanted
to make the most
of the time

I had free with her
and have her
in my bed

until he comes
with his tall tales
and gossip of war

and blood and battles
and wanting his ***
and wants

it was crowded
people everywhere
the market

was so crowded
that we went away
as soon as we arrived

there was talk
and laughter
and arguments

and soldiers
marching here and there
so we went back home

and ate and drank
and I took Amy
to my bed

and in the quiet
of the afternoon
we made love

thinking of our being
and touching
and kissing

and not one jot
of thought
of Marcus's return

from some far off campaign
and his lumbering body
over mine

his lips soaking me
in wine soaked kisses
and the fingers

that held a sword
and cut throats
and cut off heads

******* me
his wife Annona  
o gods

may his ship sink
in some
far off sea.
A ROMAN LADY AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC
Terry Collett Mar 2016
Annona's friend Aquila
was here,
an endless talker,
gossip brewer,

eyeing me darkly;
she knew I was
Annona's slave girl Amy,
looked at me

as if I were hers
to order and chide.
I stood and looked
at Annona,

took in her beauty,
the hair I brushed
and prepared,
the clothes I chose

and dressed her in.
She looked at me
and smiled,
(Aquila didn't see)

asked me for this
and that
in friendly manner.
Now Aquila has gone,

Annona has gone
to lie down to rest.
I clear away the things,
make tidy things untidy,

wash up items
needing washing.
I think of Annona
and me last night

in her bed,
how we made love,
kissed and held,
touched and whispered

words and promises,
held and kissed,
made love again,
pushed all thoughts

of her husband Marcus's
return from war
on Caesar's behalf,
talked of where to touch,

how and when,
and outside
the moon shone bright,
and far off

voices of others
preparing for bed,
unaware of us
and love,

with no thought
of Marcus
in either head.
A SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC AND A LOVE.
Terry Collett Mar 2016
All the time
Aquila was here
my thoughts
were on Amy.

Aquila's talk
left me bored
to tears.

Talk of her husband's deeds,
and the price of slaves,
and who the latest gladiator
to catch her eye.

Amy stood nearby,
eyes on me,
eyes on eyes met,
while Aquila gabbed
to her heart's content.

Now I lie
upon my bed,
and think of Amy,
and if it were night,
how we could bed,
and love,
and she could
bring me to a higher
place in heart
and flesh.

Behind my closed eyes,
I see her,
her beauty none
shall share, my love,
and slave, and ex-gladiator,
whom I saved
(or Marcus
on my behest)
from a certain death,
if time had taken
its course, and some other
had a greater strength,
and skill,
to take down and ****.

I dread Marcus's return,
I wish him no harm,
but maybe
a longer campaign
to take him off
to other far off shores.

I lie here alone,
wishing Amy
could lie beside me,
but in daylight
it is too risky
than the night,
when others sleep,
and we can lie,
and kiss,
and make fair love
in hours' turn,
and moon's glow,
and her body and mine
can bring joy
which both shall know.
ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC
Terry Collett Mar 2016
The lady Aquila has left
and I clean up
and clear away
the things used.

Annona has gone
to lie down;
the constant chat
has worn her down
and out. Aquila eyed

me with disdain,
talked to me as if I
were her slave rather
than Annona's,

beckoning me for
this and that, sitting
there like some princess
from some foreign shore.

Annona raised her eyes
at me behind Aquila's back,
and blew me a kiss
when she could, and

smiled as if to say bear
with her she has no power
over you, she loves
only her own soul,

if soul she has.
Come to me
this night, Amy,
Annona said, enter

my bed and love me
as you do and I do you,
and Aquila had just left,
her shadow only just

gone from the walls' hold.
If only Annona's husband,
Marcus, saw how we
love and kiss and hold

and lie, both of us would
be slain in the bed and die.
Last night, how her lips
kissed upon my inner thighs,

reaching up to my
****** nest, there
she kissed and in
Latin words, blessed.
A SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC AND HER MISTRESS AND LOVER.
Terry Collett Feb 2016
Aquila comes and visits
with her endless talk
about her husband
and his importance to Caesar,

where he goes
and what he does,
and Amy is nearby
looking and watching,

I see her jealous eyes on her,
and I feel prized and
loved and protected.
Aquila has airs and graces,

has that way
of tossing her head
and throwing out
her arms and hands;

but it is Amy I watch,
her my mind thinks of
as I talk with Aquila.
In the small spaces

Aquila allows me,
I talk of Marcus,
and what he does
and where he has gone,

(not far enough),
all the time my eyes
scan the room for Amy,
search her out if she

is gone too long.
Don't you trust her,
Aquila says,
that slave girl of yours?  

Up to mischief is she?
No I just like to know
where she is,
I say,

habit I suppose.
O Annona you are a one,
she says,
let them be,

slaves are what
they are,
the market is
full of them.

I listen to her voice
rattle on,
but it Amy
my mind is on,

her my mind's
thoughts dwell on,
taking in each gesture
of her hands,

crease of her face
for smile or frustration,
her attention to detail,
her eyes speaking

to me and her slight
nod of head to say
she understands.  
As Aquila talks

of her husband's
prowess in bed,
I think of Amy
and me and the love

and kisses and not
of Marcus and
his shafting,
but Amy there

in my bed,
she holding and kissing
and there at my side,
her breath on me,

her hands feeling
me in and out.
Aquila lies
on the coach,

her hand supporting
her head,
staring at me
as I talk about Marcus

(habit not love),
what he has achieved
(bored me),
and made my life (tedious).

She laughs like a hyena,
her spittle flies
from her mouth
when I express

something humorous,
detail a joke or reveal
about Marcus's shortfalls.
Amy is close,

waiting near,
her face expressionless,
her eyes searching me,
that slight wink

and I know all is well
with my slave,
my love,
my protecting girl.
A ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL AND A VISITOR IN ROME IN 47BC
Terry Collett Feb 2016
Since her husband has left
on one of Caesar's campaigns,
Annona keeps me close,
has me in her bed.

Amy,
she says,
come closer,
feel here and here,
and I do,
and we lie here at night
watching the moon
pass the window,
the stars wink at us.

I smell her
perfumes and ointments
and want to drown
in her beauty.

Domitia spoke to me
as a mere slave girl,
of no importance,
puella, puella,
she called,
beckoned'
me with her finger,
stared at me as dung.

Annona holds me warm,
kisses me everywhere,
brings me to high places
in body and nerves.

When her husband returns,
I must return
to my own room,
and sleep alone,
think of her with him,
him having her body,
his pores over her,
shafting her.

She takes my hand
and mouths my fingers
one by one;
her other hand
touching my soft place.

Suavitatem
et ***** mea,
she whispers to me,
her soft breath,
our bodies wrapped
about each other.

I would die for her,
protect her
from her enemies,
but I am like
soft clay in her hands.

Annona kisses my lips,
holds my body
close to her soul,
our eyes meeting
and gazing.

Far away her husband fights
in wars and campaigns;
I laze in the sun
of her love;
he lives in the dark place
with cold rains.
A ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN 47BC
Terry Collett Feb 2016
Amica mea columba,
I whisper to Amy
as she prepares my bath.

Domitia has left us
after a long afternoon
of talk and gossip.

Marcus is off
on one of Caesar's
campaigns;
his love making
(as such as it is)
has ceased.

Amy is now
my bed mate,
my love,
my dove.

Puella,
Domitia had called
to Amy,
as if Amy were
her slave girl
and not mine.

Now she prepares me
for the bath;
undresses me,
undoing the sashes
and undoing me
in heart and mind.

Last night her fingers
slid into me,
aroused me
from deep slumber,
broke me in like
a wild stallion is tamed.

Last night
I kissed her *******;
lips touched soft flesh,
mouthed teats
as an infant greedily.

I am naked now,
ready for my bathe.

Annona,
she whispers,
the water is done.

She stands
and watches me,
her hands nearby to aid;
her eyes feeding
on my body;
her tongue at the side
of her mouth,
lingering,
that too,
last night,
inside me,
like *******.
A ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL AND LOVER IN 47BC
Terry Collett Feb 2016
Puella,
Domitia says to me,
she is with Annona,
my mistress,
on the balcony
overlooking the sea.

The way the woman
beckoned me
with her crooked finger
as if I were her slave
and not Annona's.

Amy,
Annona says,
bring us wine and fruit.

I bow and she winks
an eye at me
as if to say
it is just as things
must be.

They talk as I leave
the balcony;
I am not angry;
I am a slave after all,
but the way Domitia
just said Puella,
as if that was all I was,
nothing more.

Little does she know
that Annona and I
made love last night,  
that I had licked my tongue
along Annona's stomach
from her nest to her neck,
that Annona had said
more more and I did
and I had to place
my hand upon her lips
to hush her sounds of joy.

I bring the wine and fruit
and lay it on the table
and then stand by in waiting
for further instructions,
watching Domitia greedily
gulp the wine,
as my mistress sips hers
and smiles at me.

Must she stand there
like some thin hawk
watching us?
Domitia says,
gesturing toward me.

Annona says,
I like Amy near me
in case I need her
and as my protector.

Protector? Her?
Domitia says
grinning at me,
her dark hair tied back
behind her head tightly.

Amy was a gladiator,
and Marcus bought her for me,
and saved her life
from certain death,
Anonna says,
eyeing me
then Domitia.

Gladiator?
And Marcus has her
here with you?
Domitia says frowning,
wine dribbling
down her chin.

I tongued Annona last night,
and she held me close
and kissed me all down
from neck to navel,
and as I stand there
watching Domitia gaze at me,
I wish her gone,
to drown in some
dark green sea.
TWO ROMAN WOMEN AND A SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC AND A SECRET LOVE.
Terry Collett Feb 2016
Amy's there
beneath me
Annona

tells herself
her slave girl
*******

to heaven
or such place
the kisses

on my *******
on my neck
on my chin

I sense her
wanting me
her hunger

nibbling
at my flesh
with love bites

(just as well
my husband
old Marcus

is away
at battle)
she fingers

my garden
through dark *****
like bushes

my lips kiss
her forehead
our mouths meet

our tongues touch
I wonder
how Marcus

is doing
and whether
he battles

with those wild
warriors
or young ******

Amy's brought
to hotness
in my bed

sensuous
as dark grapes
in my mouth

she's opened
me up now
she on top

me beneath
swallowing
each mouthful

of her rich
honey breath
o come now

enter more
flush me out
as wild waves

a warm shore.
A ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC
Terry Collett Feb 2016
If Marcus
my husband
had knowledge

of what we
(my slave girl
young Amy

and myself
his bored wife
Annona)

get up to
while he's off
in combat

on Caesar's
new campaign
he would ****

both of us
brutally
but the risk

of such death
can't compete
with this love

that we share
the passions
the kisses

and holding
just being
together

without him
shafting me
like some ox

a dumb cow
without his
commanding

this and that
his drinking
his boasting

of old wars
and his wounds
let him sleep

while away
with his ******
let them feel

his phallus
enter them
like a stake

into meat
Amy comes
I see her

young goddess
to attend
to the bed

to make new
then to bathe
in the pool

out of sight
of others
just us two

doing what
lovers do.
ROMAN WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL LOVER IN 47BC IN ROME.
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