Aftertaste

Aftertaste

A Poem by Neville

Aftertaste  

 

She was delicious

Not the kind of

Subtle sweet

Like clotted cream

And oh’ my God

Strawberry jam

Delicious 

No not like that

That would be an

Understatement

And far too easy

To describe

Even if spread thick

On Ma’s homemade

Scones or bread

Cut like bloomin

Door-step delicious

No nor like

Grandma’s gravy

Used to be

Yet far more tasty

Than any

Sunday roast

And then of course

There were

The undertones

That came with such

Exquisite aftertastes

Without doubt

More satisfying than

A Full English

Followed by

One of those

French cigarettes

And making love

Again but slower

Yeah

That’s the kind of

Delicious I mean

Much like I imagine

Ocean honey

Or even sky milk

Might taste

If of course they

Had a taste at all

But then

Work rang and

My whale sound

Ring tone

Roused me

From the taste of her

Now gone

Yes gone but not

Forgotten

Like I had somehow

So very easily

Forgotten

I was on call damnit ….   

 

 

 

 

© 2020 Neville


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Shaken from your reverie by Orca and technology.
Someone that delicious is bound to add some pounds to ya mate, you best think of a way you can work off those excess pounds, in a positive way.
And no, I wouldn't be hitting the gym with her around either.
(Imagine Syd James laugh here)
😀

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Neville

1 Week Ago


I think that's who I get it from.. the larf I mean .. and now ya come to mention it.... 😀.. read more



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I daresay you've got a fierce oral fixation, my love (((HUGS))) Sure wish I could hop this pond when you're feeling so frisky. Many of your sexy poems merely flirt with an idea, but this baby goes deep into full-bore exploration. You've definitely tattooed a mural of goodies to my inner eyelids. Thank you for clarifying just exactly how that went down (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Days Ago


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Neville

5 Days Ago


Bless ya BG.. my word how I missed you... and hey.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY darlin.. (SNOGS) fondly :.. read more
Caught up in a fantasy of your own wonderful imagination by the sounds of it, and then damn, interrupted by a phone call. Doesn't it always happen that way? Somehow I get the feeling that this actually happened, this very tasty episode. Maybe a memory with someone special from a long time ago. The sort of memory we all like to resurrect and smile at from time to time. Clotted cream, strawberry jam and scones, now that is right up my street, plus a cuppa as well Neville. No good for the waistline though.

Chris



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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

You my friend are the biggest wind up merchant :))
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Why is there a prickly cactus where once sat Neville?
Neville

1 Week Ago


dunno.. you tell me..
Ah, not sure if this was a fantasy or an actual afternoon delight, but it certainly was descriptive, Neville. Quite tasty too. No calories in that treat though. Oh, the cell phone rings at the most annoying time and always interrupts something we wish could last. Very cute write here. Lydi**

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


a gentleman.. as you well know.. never tells .. cute does it for me.. bless ya Lydi**
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To be not lost but journeying in such thoughts is one of the many reasons we love. The taste keeps us coming back for more. All the tasty and sinful treats you mention take us on a road trip, like one of those travel channel shows, where the host visits different restaurants and samples the local favorites. The cigarette, making love, sky and ocean references show the vast scope of how love touches us, even when its out of touch. This makes me want to sip one of my best bourbons, the single barrel one that coats my tongue like velvet and lasts all night.

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Neville

1 Week Ago


would you kindly let me know the name of ya tipple .. If I can source it locally, I shall dr.. read more
R.E. Ray

1 Week Ago

Neville, I have a few. I must say I like the moderately priced ones, Woodford Reserve and Willett P.. read more
Neville

1 Week Ago


tis the same with me and single malt... although last night.. I had a very special sake... I.. read more
Shaken from your reverie by Orca and technology.
Someone that delicious is bound to add some pounds to ya mate, you best think of a way you can work off those excess pounds, in a positive way.
And no, I wouldn't be hitting the gym with her around either.
(Imagine Syd James laugh here)
😀

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


I think that's who I get it from.. the larf I mean .. and now ya come to mention it.... 😀.. read more
Love made on the slow burner springs from your lines of tastes like a drink of "sky milk " that will leave readers' minds yearning with ache methinks- - your way with words is second to none mi amigo........x

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Week Ago


Many thanks Fay.. and big uns too :)

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