Old Scholars
by Dele Campbell
Posted: 08 June 2006 Word Count: 371 Summary: Two poems, Class Reunion, meeting with an old flame years later, and Shopping List, what every woman thinks about while she fills her shopping trolley (especially in the fruit section) |
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Class Reunion
I gently touched her arm
lured by the promise from
svelte curvature of neck
With deep unblinking gaze she turned
slight smile replaced
her hungry mouth and eyes
a stranger’s stillness
perfected her disguise
The deftness of those willing hands
her throaty gasping chuckle as
I tasted honeydew the underside
of breast’s rose petal skin
Pulsating body drowning in my arms
A soft spot in my heart
for always
Do I know you, she enquired
Shopping List
Will I feel it when he kisses me
Will my heart beat twice then flutter and turn
And then beat twice again
Will I feel it?
Soap
Will I feel it when his lips leave a trail of angel dust
upon my cheek sparking up
dead cells, deranging hormones, melting dreams
Will I feel it?
Cabbage
Will I feel it as he kissed my throat pressed soft lips
against my pulse will he hear my frenzied heart,
And when those magic fingers stroke my breast
Will I feel it?
Potatoes
Will I feel it as he gently puts his hand upon my waist
And leaves it there
And looks into my eyes and knows
Will I feel it?
Peaches
Will I feel it when he comes behind
His hand hot upon my back
Rumbles gently in my ear
Will I feel it?
Apples
Will I feel in the hairs
Of my neck and my ears swell reddening
When those hairs prick up will I
Will I feel it?
Melons
Will I feel it if he then places both his arms around my breasts
Gently clasps my pliant body gainst his chest,
his rugged manly self
Will I feel it?
Plums
When I touch him and I hear his breathing quicken
will I feel it
And see his face flush and his eyes drown with desire
Will I feel it?
Grapes
Will I feel it as he pressed a long strong thigh against my dimpled hips
And rubbed against a secret place
Long lost abandoned dispossessed
Will I feel it?
Wine
Will I feel it, will I feel it as I swoon in his embrace
Tender skin scraped raw with tough rough
Riding screaming had enough at last
Will I feel it?
Condoms
I gently touched her arm
lured by the promise from
svelte curvature of neck
With deep unblinking gaze she turned
slight smile replaced
her hungry mouth and eyes
a stranger’s stillness
perfected her disguise
The deftness of those willing hands
her throaty gasping chuckle as
I tasted honeydew the underside
of breast’s rose petal skin
Pulsating body drowning in my arms
A soft spot in my heart
for always
Do I know you, she enquired
Shopping List
Will I feel it when he kisses me
Will my heart beat twice then flutter and turn
And then beat twice again
Will I feel it?
Soap
Will I feel it when his lips leave a trail of angel dust
upon my cheek sparking up
dead cells, deranging hormones, melting dreams
Will I feel it?
Cabbage
Will I feel it as he kissed my throat pressed soft lips
against my pulse will he hear my frenzied heart,
And when those magic fingers stroke my breast
Will I feel it?
Potatoes
Will I feel it as he gently puts his hand upon my waist
And leaves it there
And looks into my eyes and knows
Will I feel it?
Peaches
Will I feel it when he comes behind
His hand hot upon my back
Rumbles gently in my ear
Will I feel it?
Apples
Will I feel in the hairs
Of my neck and my ears swell reddening
When those hairs prick up will I
Will I feel it?
Melons
Will I feel it if he then places both his arms around my breasts
Gently clasps my pliant body gainst his chest,
his rugged manly self
Will I feel it?
Plums
When I touch him and I hear his breathing quicken
will I feel it
And see his face flush and his eyes drown with desire
Will I feel it?
Grapes
Will I feel it as he pressed a long strong thigh against my dimpled hips
And rubbed against a secret place
Long lost abandoned dispossessed
Will I feel it?
Wine
Will I feel it, will I feel it as I swoon in his embrace
Tender skin scraped raw with tough rough
Riding screaming had enough at last
Will I feel it?
Condoms
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