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Stolen Pleasure
by Siri LipscombShe devoured the idea slowly
First with her eyes
In restrained measured glances
Nearing it shyly but eagerly
Savoring every delicious thought
The wafting subtle scent
Caught her by surprise
The air redolent with
Fresh earthy aroma
Mother Natures gift
She closed her eyes and
Buried her face in the
Wondrous mystery of smell
Desire so familiar so new
She stole a furtive look-about
No one to witness
Her imminent transgression
Then nibbled delicately
That she should not disturb
The natural blending of style
And Gods design
She touched it gently with her tongue
Its heat enough to bring her
Fully in the moment
She put her face in it and
Moaned with gluttonous delight
The sound of a car door
The slam of the back door
The kitchen
Busted
He found her there
Purple from neck to nose
A very disturbed blueberry cobbler
Enticing as a good habit
Sat before her
Its usually perfect form
Distorted and gouged
He laughed and licked the errant
Blueberry from her sheepish face
Then scooped her up, licked her again
And carried her to bed
09/13/2003 Posted on 09/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Siri Lipscomb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/16/03 at 12:49 PM I love the way this piece starts out with a luring, provocative tone, lingers a while then lands smack-dab in a cobbler, only to finish where you had hoped it would in the first place. What an enjoyable poem.
Peace... |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/16/03 at 03:15 PM great little story Siri... A pure pleasure to read, indeed! :) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/11/03 at 05:54 PM Its a beautiful narrative piece climaxing like a suspense filled thriller. The thrill is positive Vibrating. |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/08/03 at 12:03 AM The imagery is beautiful..Each line had me hungry for more...well done.... |
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