Netanya's Game. Poem by Terry Collett

Netanya smoked
and sat on the settee
her husband sat by the fire
his friends had come around
there was general chat
and laughter

I sat next to Netanya
watching the others
drinks were offered
I had a scotch and ice
Netanaya's husband
handed the drinks around

Netanya touched my thigh
unseen by him

and I said to him
I'm your man for that job
don't think of asking
anyone else
her husband said
to the others
it could be a big job
he added

her hand moved
along my thigh
squeezing me now
and then her daughter
saw her touch my thigh
I could see the amusement
in her eye

how long will you have to wait?
Netanya said

her husband looked at her
(her hand removed now)

I don't know
but it looks promising
he said

I knew you were the guy
for the job
the friend said

his wife
some dull looking dame
nodded

Netanya placed her hand
on my back
and rubbed it sexually

what do you think Benny?
Netanya's husband asked me

I guess you're the guy
by what Netanya tells me
I replied

he smiled
and sipped his drink

his wife's hand
was touching my butt
rubbing circular
in motion

we'll have to wait see
what happens
her husband said
never know
where things might lead

my pecker stirred
Netanya smiled
her daughter looked at me
frowned

I looked away
trying to keep
my pecker under control
watching the dull dame
over the way
having her dull worded say.