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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.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC
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.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
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.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
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.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
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.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
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.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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 *********
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
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.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
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.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
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.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Marcus has gone, off
on some campaign
on Caesar's orders,
Annona is glad,
the bed has more space,
his smell of wine
and sweat and maleness
has left with him.
The bedding is fresh,
where he once lay his head
Amy lies now, her smaller
frame occupies his space,
her eyes gazing at Annona
sensing Annona's hands
feel along her tender thigh.
Not in her own lonely bed
now, but here in her mistress's
bed, here with warmth and
love and holds and kisses.
Annona senses Amy's breath
as she draws near, warm and
fresh not of wine or staleness,
she feels along Amy's flesh,
her fingertips smoothing as
she goes, kisses the lips and
cheeks and neck and downward
moves in slow passion, lips
planting kisses as she goes.
Amy kisses the head, the two
shoulders, the ******* feeling
a deep openness and entering
a thousand dreams explode
and flash, and words reduced
to ahh and oohs into the night.
Marcus had gone to his war,
Annona lies in Amy's arms,
feeling the safety of a lover's
hold, knowing the risk if sounds
are heard or someone comes
and sees their love or kisses
touched, but there she lies as
ship in harbour, resting after a
****** journey through rough
seas and knowing Amy's thinking
as does she: more more, yes please.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Bella wife of Albus
looks over the wall
at Annona's villa
the sea below
waves crashing
against the rocks below
gulls in flight
sky a blue
light and cloudless
Amy Annona's slave girl
stands back a bit
but close to Annona
Albus leaves soon
for some campaign of Caesar's
Bella says
is Marcus to leave too?
Annona looks at Amy
taking in her loveliness
how she stands there
near the wall
not far from her
yes he told me last night
Annona says
feeling a sense of happiness
rise in her like a small stream
let loose suddenly
after being blocked
I shall miss him
Bella says
I always do when he's away
being in my bed alone at nights
trying to keep things in order
the household
the slaves
the affairs of duty and visits
how do you cope
while Marcus is away?
Annona puts on
her sad face and says
it is hard and I am often
at a loss and sleepless nights
(she looks at Amy)
and the villa to maintain
and look forward to his
quick return
(she dreads his return
like a foul illness)
I do too
Bella says
when Albus is home
I am like a young girl again
running to him at his feet
and he lifts me up
and well between you and me
he and I make love so much
that first few days
I can barely stand
and she laughs
Annona laughs too
and Amy looks
at the sea below
and senses Annona's eyes on her
and wants her master Marcus
soon gone so she
and her mistress
can go to bed again
and make love in their own way
and feel each others'
bodies close and kiss
and lay there in each other's arms
knowing Marcus knows
she shares her mistress's bed
while he's away
to prevent rumours
of any disloyalty
on Annona's part
Bella still laughs
and Annona stares at Amy
standing by the wall
looking down at
the sea and waves
gulls over head
sky blue
thinking a message to Amy
I want you
love you.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Amy washes
Annona's back
the water running down
over her body
the smell of perfumed ointment
the smoothness
the skin
Amy's lips near
wanting to kiss
but knowing too risky
even if her mistress
should want it
Amy moves her fingers
touching Annona's skin
between thighs and calves
Annona reaches behind
feels Amy's hand
holds it
feels the fingers
touches
wants to mouth the fingers
slowly and hold them there
and place them
within her
but too risky
Annona knows
letting Amy’s fingers go
feels water running
all of her husband's *****
going away washed off
and gone
she kneels
head bowed
senses Amy's fingers
touch her hair
wash and move
*********
she closes her eyes
senses Amy
so near
smells her
wants her
Marcus shafts her
all too much
while home
from Caesar's campaign
she feels the water
down her back
like soft cool rain.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Marcus sleeps
deep slumber
Annona
beside him
having spent
many hours
under him
he having
spent himself
inside her
many times
now she's sore
and worn out
wishing him
off to war
or one of
Caesar's far
off campaigns
but wishing
Amy there
beside her
her slave girl
small body
gentle touch
making love
not lustful
like Marcus
rutting her
but gentle
equal love
each touching
kissing lips
and bodies
and fingers
researching
Marcus snores
like some hog
in a trough
at her side
she gets up
to refresh
find Amy
to wash down
her soiled flesh.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Marcus eyes
Amy's frame
how she walks
the slave girl
who shares bed
with his wife
while he's off
fighting wars
keeps her warm
(his cold wife
without him)
his wife said
when he asked
about her
stops rumours
his wife said
that some man
comes to her
in her bed
while he's off
(old Marcus)
on Caesar's
war campaigns
the slave girl
blushes red
as he stares
taking in
her subtleness
the nice *******
lovely eyes
if his wife
were away
he'd have her
(the slave girl)
in his bed
absorbing
his dull seed
but of course
he cannot
his wife takes
the young *****
(the slave girl)
with her on
her travels
leaving him
to whore's whim
or in night's
****** freeze
his own big
hand to please.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Amy stands
by the wall
looking down
at the sea
Annona
is sitting
on a seat
Alena
a close friend
is sitting
next to her
Albus said
that I talk
far too much
not that he
listens much
he never says
that we have
*** too much
Alena
says to her
Annona
looks over
at Amy
studies her
the way her
body forms
such beauty
and the hair
I love it
about me
when we make
our own ***
such are men
Annona
says replying
Marcus talks
more than I
probably
making up
for his time
far away
at those wars
and of course
he wants ***
none ending
Alena
nods her head
o I know
what that's like
starvation
of the ***
for many
long months
then he's back
and he wants
a banquet
of all ***
she utters
Amy sees
ships go by
a blue sky
blue green sea
Annona
wishes it
was Amy
in her bed
in stead of
large Marcus
shafting her
time on time
just Amy
making love
in her soft
loving way
sometimes night
sometimes day.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Annona
lays in bed
her husband
old Marcus
has gone off
having had
his breakfast
to meet friends
in the town
she wishes
he was off
on one of
Caesar's wars
not with her
in her bed
with his rough
love making
her slave girl
Amy comes
(such beauty
how the gods
could give such)
and attends
to her needs
helps her bath
brushes hair
dresses her
all the time
that's she near
Annona
just wants her
in her bed
huddled close
making love
soft touches
lips on skin
but Marcus
may return
and spoil it
so she sits
and feels her
sweet slave girl's
hands touch her
in dressing
and doing her
fine black hair
being there.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC