Treasure Island

Yor Nella


4-poster bed


There was a large 4-poster bed where we stayed
so we had great fun together as we played
and wondered what it would be like to make love
with a large silky canopy hanging above.

So we came back in the middle of the day
to frolic around and to giggle and play
imaginative games between the covers
as we lay together like two young lovers

‘Twas great to make passionate love and to share
caressing each other as we both lay there.
In a 4-poster it's great what you can do
when your lovely wife is sharing it with you.

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See also 'Creaky bed'

Submitted: Sunday, July 01, 2012

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(Written after a 3 day trip to Ironbridge when
we stayed in the Tontin Hotel in the room
with a 4-poster bed in it)

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