Duvet day

Not that England actually had a summer, but the ‘summer’ does seem to be over. We are now left facing the sad and depressing reality we have 6-8 months of even more rain, dark mornings, cold and possible snow. It’s on days like this (especially when we have to go to work) that we need a duvet day. So, I dedicate this poem to those that indulge in a duvet day …

Duvet day

The wind whistles pass our window
Howls as it twists branches strips. Dem of leaves
Twirls around huddled bodies making their way to work
Wraps them in harsh words of coldness
They taste the gray skies
It’s thick heavy flavour is bitter
Rain wipes skin with wet lashes
Soaks dreams of hope
Drowns them
Chill factor -2
Raucous icy laughter
Envelopes disgruntled commuters long faces
Crease brows
The faces that walk the streets

And we …

We lay still
Enclosed in a silent tornado of want
Blown away to our place of us
Kiss until we create tropical heat
Humidity of lust
The sunshine of our passion is hot
We perspire desire
Warm mouths commute
explore body landscapes
Moans as soft and light as summer breeze
Float in the air
We taste bountiful fruits
Sweet Juices
Colour our taste buds with each others goodness
Wear sunshine smiles
As we travel to the place of us
Our journey starts when we decide to have a duvet day …

Posted by eroticnoire

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