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EROTIC HAIKU STORY
"It was on the rug",
She remembered, with fondness,
That first encounter.
They had been paired off.
There arose a chemistry,
A "love at first sight".
Driven from party,
To his flat rather than hers,
Was how she got there.
He welcomed her in.
She accepted his coffee
Made in his kitchen.
Into his parlour
They went, kissing each other.
On went the gas fire.
The moon was still up
When, in a half-hearted way,
They took off their clothes.
Warmed by drink and fire,
Hands grasped buttons and zippers,
Pulled clothes off or down.
They fumbled and kissed,
He sat, bare ass on the rug,
Taking her with him.
Feel of skins on skins,
Nakedness was novelty
In proximity.
Each other turned on,
He gotten hard, and she wet,
Thighs slipped within thighs.
One push of manhood
Ended her virginity,
Their thrusts carried on.
She was in rapture
Until he withdrew himself,
To let his seed go.
He apologised,
"Don't want you to get pregnant!"
She warmed to such care.
They had a shower.
Slept rest of night on his couch.
Breakfast in kitchen.
He drove her back home,
Dropped her off at her shared flat
With "See you next time."
"Next time" never came.
She got on with her young life,
But sometimes looked back...
She remembered, with fondness,
That first encounter.
They had been paired off.
There arose a chemistry,
A "love at first sight".
Driven from party,
To his flat rather than hers,
Was how she got there.
He welcomed her in.
She accepted his coffee
Made in his kitchen.
Into his parlour
They went, kissing each other.
On went the gas fire.
The moon was still up
When, in a half-hearted way,
They took off their clothes.
Warmed by drink and fire,
Hands grasped buttons and zippers,
Pulled clothes off or down.
They fumbled and kissed,
He sat, bare ass on the rug,
Taking her with him.
Feel of skins on skins,
Nakedness was novelty
In proximity.
Each other turned on,
He gotten hard, and she wet,
Thighs slipped within thighs.
One push of manhood
Ended her virginity,
Their thrusts carried on.
She was in rapture
Until he withdrew himself,
To let his seed go.
He apologised,
"Don't want you to get pregnant!"
She warmed to such care.
They had a shower.
Slept rest of night on his couch.
Breakfast in kitchen.
He drove her back home,
Dropped her off at her shared flat
With "See you next time."
"Next time" never came.
She got on with her young life,
But sometimes looked back...
Published 1st Feb 2018
Author's Note
Inspired by (much shorter) description of 'first time' scene between Angela Hosford and Ted Apwell, described in short story Office Romances by William Trevor.
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1st Feb 2018 9:07am
1st Feb 2018 3:20pm
I never thought Haiku could be used for eroticism, but you've pulled it off excellently. Although I personally don't agree with one night stands, I enjoyed reading your poem and can appreciate the imagery you've used.
Well done!
Well done!
