The pleasures of the past.

As the mornings sea mist swirls around my legs

curling around my hips caressing my breasts,

seeping deep inside my soul

whispering of secrets that only I know

I feel the distant echo

of every lovers touch, grow

as their kisses remain upon my lips,

their words scrawled across my skin

and their touch tantaslised out

by the snaking mist…

like a reminiscent wish

to feel again the pleasures of the past.

Karen Hayward Β©2016


8 thoughts on “The pleasures of the past.

      1. Vinnieh, your writing is superb, I think it is often the sign of a true artist when they can’t see how amazing their own words are, but yours are πŸ™‚

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