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Now That They're Gone.................
(....since this is Christmas, I will try and keep it clean and nice)
Now that they're gone away.....
….the last gifts are unwrapped
the guest and the kids have had a chance to play
the remnants of the happy time are scattered upon the floor
the last “Merry Christmas” greeting shared
our last visitor just walked out of the door
…...my eyes follow their taillights
down the long and winding road
thankful for their presence but so glad
that it's time for them to go
Now that they have gone away...
...and the mistletoe hangs
above our heads
can we finally have
a private moment to play?
Can I kiss those soft, sultry lips of yours?
Can we slowly saunter across the "great room" floor
to the sounds of “The Christmas Song”
Can we hear about the "chestnuts roasting"
just once more?
Perhaps in the warm glow of
beautiful Christmas lights
I can pull your soft body against mine
and squeeze you real tight?
Can you, can I.....can “we”
lay each other down upon the carpeted floor
by the fireplace
it's warm blazing fire bright
Can we get naked and naughty together
holding, squeezing and caressing each other
until the darkness becomes brilliant morning light?
“....let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”
tantalizing each others tan flesh
holding our pent up passion
under complete duress....
my warm mouth sucking your nipples
my hands squeezing your soft breast?
As your hands tickle, tingle me
running gently down my spine
those perfect, supple lips of yours upon my neck, my chest
your hands gripping my tight, muscular behind.....
....summoning me to take this last chance
as we dance this one last Christmas dance
“Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news”
Things we'll do together
will curl your toes so tight
you won't be able to get your feet into your shoes
and go anywhere else tonight
except to paradise with your *hubby* baby
so hold on to me with all your might
Now that everyone else has gone......
…....and You and I are finally “home alone”.
Now that they're gone away.....
….the last gifts are unwrapped
the guest and the kids have had a chance to play
the remnants of the happy time are scattered upon the floor
the last “Merry Christmas” greeting shared
our last visitor just walked out of the door
…...my eyes follow their taillights
down the long and winding road
thankful for their presence but so glad
that it's time for them to go
Now that they have gone away...
...and the mistletoe hangs
above our heads
can we finally have
a private moment to play?
Can I kiss those soft, sultry lips of yours?
Can we slowly saunter across the "great room" floor
to the sounds of “The Christmas Song”
Can we hear about the "chestnuts roasting"
just once more?
Perhaps in the warm glow of
beautiful Christmas lights
I can pull your soft body against mine
and squeeze you real tight?
Can you, can I.....can “we”
lay each other down upon the carpeted floor
by the fireplace
it's warm blazing fire bright
Can we get naked and naughty together
holding, squeezing and caressing each other
until the darkness becomes brilliant morning light?
“....let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”
tantalizing each others tan flesh
holding our pent up passion
under complete duress....
my warm mouth sucking your nipples
my hands squeezing your soft breast?
As your hands tickle, tingle me
running gently down my spine
those perfect, supple lips of yours upon my neck, my chest
your hands gripping my tight, muscular behind.....
....summoning me to take this last chance
as we dance this one last Christmas dance
“Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news”
Things we'll do together
will curl your toes so tight
you won't be able to get your feet into your shoes
and go anywhere else tonight
except to paradise with your *hubby* baby
so hold on to me with all your might
Now that everyone else has gone......
…....and You and I are finally “home alone”.
Published 26th Dec 2013
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Gentle, warmly erotic piece. No anatomical detail - can agree it is 'clean and nice' but also 'naughty but nice'. The passion smoulders here.
26th Dec 2013 7:44pm
Thank You King Solomon....master of the greatest love stories ever told ; ) (....you da' man) 8-)
27th Dec 2013 00:18am
After being bombarded with Michael Bolton trying to sell cars during commercials breaks of the Trailblazer games on tv, the musical references are much welcomed!
Props to the painting as well!
Props to the painting as well!
27th Dec 2013 1:10am
"...After being bombarded with Michael Bolton trying to sell cars during commercials breaks...."
LMAO Ain't that the truth Jazz? Michael B. or Kenny G. playing tunes from the 80's....arrrgh !
Thank you for the complimentary words on the poem and the art work. I really thought it fit the feel of the poem perfectly : )
LMAO Ain't that the truth Jazz? Michael B. or Kenny G. playing tunes from the 80's....arrrgh !
Thank you for the complimentary words on the poem and the art work. I really thought it fit the feel of the poem perfectly : )
27th Dec 2013 10:10pm
I will admit I was one of those who like Kenny G's music when he had other produce him. "Gravity" with Kashif is one set I even like today. It is when he started getting into all the programmed, digital sounds that I lost interest.
Bolton I have never liked. Probably stems from the situation with the Isley Brothers. He tries to come off like Rod Stewart, Daryl Hall, or Michael McDonald, but in my mind, they are in another class.
You do a great job of pairing art to the words.
Bolton I have never liked. Probably stems from the situation with the Isley Brothers. He tries to come off like Rod Stewart, Daryl Hall, or Michael McDonald, but in my mind, they are in another class.
You do a great job of pairing art to the words.
27th Dec 2013 00:41am
Ive never been on the floor or down by the fire, but the way you tell it make me think of chocolate. Mmm!
27th Dec 2013 1:12am
Yes......chocolatey Ghiradelli Squares. A perfect aphrodisiac for a wintery christmas evening by a raging fire. Boy, I am missing somebody like crazy [sigh]
27th Dec 2013 7:21am
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27th Dec 2013 11:43pm
.... echoing your beautiful, sensual sentiments.....
"Can we get naked and naughty together
holding, squeezing and caressing each other
until the darkness becomes brilliant morning light?"<---asked and answered question. Xoxo
"Can we get naked and naughty together
holding, squeezing and caressing each other
until the darkness becomes brilliant morning light?"<---asked and answered question. Xoxo
