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SOUTHERN COMFORT

Southern comfort was there on tap

and while her husband was at work

we shared the usual prevarication,

the evening and the feelings

began to stir, an open invitation.

 

In the tiny upstairs room

her walls began to open up

a honeydew, a silky cup.

My tongue was like a questing snail,

out of its shell

a horny tale.

 

The main course followed

Southern comfort on tap,

bright gold and sweet

like rising sap

     and her husband playing with a band

his tenor saxophone gold and tanned,

his tongue and mouth as dry as wheat

and melodies rising in the heat.

 

infidelity

◄ IMAGINE

SACRIFICIAL WINE ►

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Robert Mann

Sat 11th Jun 2016 11:02

Ray -my favourite tipple used to recall another pleasant experience. I love the combination. Well written sir!
Rob

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raypool

Fri 3rd Jun 2016 21:31

Thanks Rose and Lynn. Ah the demon drink!

Ray x

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Lynn Dye

Thu 2nd Jun 2016 14:21

Very enjoyable poem, Ray.

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Thu 2nd Jun 2016 14:06

Ray,nice poem,nice drink,when downed in responsible quantity.


Rose x

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