I slept with a girl (revised for new book)

She stood before the mirror brushing

her curly natural raven-black hair. 

Naked. She looked good enough to eat.


She jiggled giggling across the bedroom,

lifted the covers. Slid beside me.


Kissing places our mothers baulked at

we wrestled, sweated and dirty talked.


The headboard made a dent in the wall.  


She reached a hand towards the drawer

where her pink fluffy handcuffs were stored.


In the kitchen I found Nutella  

to spread over then nuzzle off her.


I slept with a girl - we did not make love.






◄ Nothing left to chance

My Pimlico Girl (revised for reprint book) ►



Sun 21st Apr 2019 17:57

Thanks - it is a kinda morality story - they did not make love - it was all froth - wind and fury signifying nowt ?

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keith jeffries

Sat 20th Apr 2019 14:59


After I had read this poem for a second time I grasped more fully what was taking place and what you the poet was saying. I enjoyed its playfulness and lovliness.

Thank you


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