Sudden Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Sudden



He loved those ankles,
tight skin and
the tiniest tuft of golden,
sun-bleached hair,
a promise of sorts,
though there were
rivulets of sweat
running down her thighs,

slowly, as if to savour
the sights
and the velvety hide,
they landed, eventually,
on the top of her feet,
last station,
everbody out,
no more stops;
he tried
to imagine
the rest of her,
all covered as she was,
with cotton
and fake fabric,
as if there were a need
to guard treasures of the flesh,
good god,
he bit his lower lip
and felt a rush of
fresh adrenalin
rising in his loins
and sweeping the cobwebs
out of his brains,
grabbed her by the ankles,
expecting whatever there was to be
when she seemed to melt into the past,
or this temporary and exciting future;
the bed was....
so conveniently,
close at hand
and magic stripped her bare,
his calloused hands
roughly pawed her breasts
but treated the nipples
with utmost care,
the suddenness startled her
and she felt him harden
against her back,
as she had turned,
in shy reluctance,
her hand reached far enough and..

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