Oh, you’re
such a tease!
You strip
before the roaring fire
whip your
bra off
to reveal two
tasselled tits.
I laugh at this
unexpected piece of
Burlesque!
And then a thumb
either side of your panties
expectantly…
…when unexpectedly
we hear footsteps
the laughter of your Mum
and her friends!
We dive under
the cover
of the vast table
snatching at our clothes
a nylon stocking
disappearing like a snake
even as they come in
and the magnificent table cloth
hides us
from their eyes.
We hold
each other
holding our breath.
Your bosom
heaving against my chest!
Tasselled tits
shaking with suppressed mirth
biting down on
your bra clenched in your teeth.
We watch as the feet
talk about who’s husband is having who and what is one to do about it?
Chit chat
& whatnot.
After an hour
we fall asleep
still in our state
of distress and undress
awake to find
they’ve gone
an empty room
a dying fire
too tired now
for strips & such
we crawl back
under the table
and go
back to sleep
dreaming happily ever after
in the splendour of our
under the table
world.
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