A Courtesy Cough - Poem by Orlando Belo
This actually happened when I was a teenager.
I was invited to my sweetheart’s home for tea.
We were alone in the front room of her house,
whilst her father was cooking for her and me.
My sweetheart put on some soft music,
drew the curtains, and dimmed the lights.
I was concerned about her father being so close,
but she said that he was out of sight.
She sat astride me and whispered words of love,
which immediately filled me with desire.
She nibbled my ears and kissed my neck,
which further inflamed my fire.
Softer, more intimate whispers followed,
which caused our faces to touch.
Our lips gently kissed, and I felt her tongue.
Oh, we desired each other so much.
A longer kiss, this time with passion,
brought us a taste of ecstasy.
Our fingers fondled our hair and faces,
we behaved so excitedly.
Tempting naked necks invited kisses,
tongues touched for the first time.
Pulses raced, and our hearts throbbed faster,
to each other we tasted like wine.
There were no thoughts at this moment
of anything but intense passion.
Her father coughed, as he opened the door and said,
“I'm off out now, your meal is on the table, and the kettle is on.”
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