She smiled, standing beneath the tree,
and raised her arm to beckon me.
To the field where oak trees stand,
There she led me by the hand,
There in the grass, I raised her skirt,
As she in haste pulled off my shirt,
A secret place where none could see,
We spent many hours in ecstasy.
How could I of lower station,
Be offered such an invitation.
I at the masters beck and call,
Groomed his mare, slept in a stall.
Always known as the master’s boy,
Had now become our lady’s joy.
She kissed my lips and stroked my hair,
Led me in ways I would not dare.
The first time in the master’s bed,
She shared with him since they’d been wed,
there we spent an idle day,
While the master was away.
I never dreamt that I’d be there,
Kissing her breasts, seeing her bare,
Lying between her ivory thighs,
Listening to her mewing cries,
Now I’ve become our lady’s man,
We steal our moments when we can.
Before returning to our other life,
The groom and she, the faithful wife.
Author notes
Thank you.
A contest entry
- Tempt My Heart - PW by Melissa Burns.
600 points, ended March 22, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a good poem, ah secret love, lots of stolen moments as the heart pounds with excitement and fluttered desire.
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you are so funny the last line threw me too lol
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x's 10000000 VERY well written indeed - the last line knocks my out of my boots! THANK YOU for entering this into my ever so humble little contest!
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