![]() THEIR NAKEDNESS SEEN.A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A YOUNG COUPLE HAVING MADE LOVE HAVE TO RUSH WHEN HIS MOTHER IS SEEN COMING.![]() He always thought hers was a peasant's body not as a critique but by something
about the simplicity of the way she walked or stood or the way she lay on the double bed
one hand resting on her naked abdomen her brown haired head on a pillow at rest
the way one leg was raised one flat down on the bed
the small area of pubic hairs he was by the window of his bedroom
looking at the garden below then up along the road the afternoon sun settling on the trees
aren't you coming back to bed? she said still not satiated ?
he said smiling sensing his pecker move not of you she said
or of Percy if he's willing he sniggered at her nickname
for his pecker the green bus went by along the road good God
he said that's her bus whose? she said
my mother's bus she’ll be here in a few minutes she lay there
open mouthed uncertain of what to say or do you'll have to get up
and we'll go before she wonders what we were doing up here
he said she moved from the bed as if in a daze her nakedness complete
her breasts bobbing her hands searching around for her clothes he moved faster
hurrying his dressing taking quick glimpses through the window his mother was not
in view he took a glance at his lover semi dressed
hair in a mess her naked buttocks disappearing into cloth
he loved that final glimpse of nakedness that final sight of bare flesh
his mother was in sight along the road quick he said
downstairs and she grabbed her stockings and shoes
and followed him down the stairs two at a time her bare feet
sensing the cold floor through the kitchen and out the back door along the brick pathway
he closed the door and locked and put the key back under the mat
and speedily followed his lover into the woods the ground prickling
beneath his feet and she smiling out of breath hiding behind
the old shed putting on her stockings and he wondering how it may have been
if his mother had caught them making love and their nakedness seen. He always thought hers was a peasant's body not as a critique but by something
about the simplicity of the way she walked or stood or the way she lay on the double bed
one hand resting on her naked abdomen her brown haired head on a pillow at rest
the way one leg was raised one flat down on the bed
the small area of pubic hairs he was by the window of his bedroom
looking at the garden below then up along the road the afternoon sun settling on the trees
aren't you coming back to bed? she said still not satiated ?
he said smiling sensing his pecker move not of you she said
or of Percy if he's willing he sniggered at her nickname
for his pecker the green bus went by along the road good God
he said that's her bus whose? she said
my mother's bus she’ll be here in a few minutes she lay there
open mouthed uncertain of what to say or do you'll have to get up
and we'll go before she wonders what we were doing up here
he said she moved from the bed as if in a daze her nakedness complete
her breasts bobbing her hands searching around for her clothes he moved faster
hurrying his dressing taking quick glimpses through the window his mother was not
in view he took a glance at his lover semi dressed
hair in a mess her naked buttocks disappearing into cloth
he loved that final glimpse of nakedness that final sight of bare flesh
his mother was in sight along the road quick he said
downstairs and she grabbed her stockings and shoes
and followed him down the stairs two at a time her bare feet
sensing the cold floor through the kitchen and out the back door along the brick pathway
he closed the door and locked and put the key back under the mat
and speedily followed his lover into the woods the ground prickling
beneath his feet and she smiling out of breath hiding behind
the old shed putting on her stockings and he wondering how it may have been
if his mother had caught them making love and their nakedness seen. He always thought hers was a peasant's body not as a critique but by something
about the simplicity of the way she walked or stood or the way she lay on the double bed
one hand resting on her naked abdomen her brown haired head on a pillow at rest
the way one leg was raised one flat down on the bed
the small area of pubic hairs he was by the window of his bedroom
looking at the garden below then up along the road the afternoon sun settling on the trees
aren't you coming back to bed? she said still not satiated ?
he said smiling sensing his pecker move not of you she said
or of Percy if he's willing he sniggered at her nickname
for his pecker the green bus went by along the road good God
he said that's her bus whose? she said
my mother's bus she’ll be here in a few minutes she lay there
open mouthed uncertain of what to say or do you'll have to get up
and we'll go before she wonders what we were doing up here
he said she moved from the bed as if in a daze her nakedness complete
her breasts bobbing her hands searching around for her clothes he moved faster
hurrying his dressing taking quick glimpses through the window his mother was not
in view he took a glance at his lover semi dressed
hair in a mess her naked buttocks disappearing into cloth
he loved that final glimpse of nakedness that final sight of bare flesh
his mother was in sight along the road quick he said
downstairs and she grabbed her stockings and shoes
and followed him down the stairs two at a time her bare feet
sensing the cold floor through the kitchen and out the back door along the brick pathway
he closed the door and locked and put the key back under the mat
and speedily followed his lover into the woods the ground prickling
beneath his feet and she smiling out of breath hiding behind
the old shed putting on her stockings and he wondering how it may have been
if his mother had caught them making love and their nakedness seen. © 2013 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthor![]() Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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