Sunday 15 July 2007

something different revised


Young lovers stroll along holding hands, the sun shines brightly .
laughter and smiles as they take in the goodness of the countryside.
T shirts and jeans are the order of the day,the sweet smell of deodorant
masks the perspiration, leaving the road they follow the path towards
the woodlands a field or two away, all troubles so far from their minds.
Blackberries are picked and fed to each other as birds fly over head,
bales of hay lay semi stacked looking like arm chairs made for giants .
Laying back on tightly packed blocks of grass staring at blue skies,
making up stories from the shapes of the clouds high up in the sky.

Giggles from tickles and teasing, turns to kissing and so natures reality
kicks in, his hands inside her T shirt gentle teases her breast
she quivers as their lips meet, his hair becomes wet as the sun beats down
across his neck.__The heat is on as she fumbles with his zip.
His hand moves caressingly towards her belly,her body shudders
feeling a shadow pass across her face,she pushes him away my god were
being watched,quickly he pulls at his zip catching some hair,
hello! Ben she says brushing down her clothes, Ben wags his tail and
runs away to his master on the far side of the field,
who might have been unaware that they were there.
The lusting now passes standing up they stroll away. Be it that he's wiping his eyes something wrong she asks, no no just dust he replies.







no offense intended.








2 comments:

Janice Thomson said...

Oh I so love the ending Old Git! What a sweet tale - and indeed 'something different'.

fotoface said...

thank you Janice
not too near the mark I hope, as I
don't wish to offend anyone.

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