It is siesta
White houses nestle
Snoozing in the midday sun
But somehow we lost track of time
So busy building castles
So many still to build
Before the tide sweeps us away
So now, my small hand swamped
By the strength, the promise of yours
We meander up the sandy track
Lunch, to go, in a paper bag
Crusty bread and olives
Pitted, you are too impatient
To remove the stones
A large bottle of deep red wine
The finest local plonk
I know that it will make me cry
But you smile, and say you will dry my tears
Your pace is more urgent now
The silence, the unspoken innuendos
Tell me we will drink it on an empty stomach
Nestled among the pines, our little heaven
The tiny caravan, the hideaway awaits
Eager for the shade, we fall inside together
Your eyes seek mine
Silently you ask me if I feel the same
I look away ,too shy to meet you gaze
You take that as a yes, and pull me towards you
The hardness of your frame, takes me by surprise
It contrasts the softness of your lips
Searching, coaxing, making me gasp
Already I am sobbing, tears of wishing and wanting
Cascade, and sting my sun-kissed cheeks
The wine, unopened, watches
As you sooth me with the cover of your body
And you take me, on a journey
To places I have never known before
Smiling ,as I blush, or catch my breath in pleasure
Teasing me gently, with tongue and fingertips
Gently placing my quivering hands, where they please you most
You look so fine, rugged and lean
I always had a thing for older men
And as the waves of yearning
Ebb away, replaced by our beautiful sunset
You stroke my hair, and whisper like a boy
The man of my dreams
A boy, seeking comfort in my arms
You stir up so much within me
That I can barely breathe for love of you
Outside,the threatened rain storm
Plays a steady rhythm on our souls
And you wrap your arms around me,
One last time
Before our dreams are swept away
Just a beautiful chalk picture
On a snoozing Spanish street
Author notes
My prompt was number 19 Spanish Caravan
Did you ever wake too soon from a beautiful dream, and wish it could start over again
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wow, i love this.
Its so nicely put, written so well.
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look up making true love in the dictionary ..
this breathtaking write would be it's definition... so tender and succulent like a perfect peach you feel would be a shame to pluck... but it's sweet supple deliciousness calls to you untill you pluck it and gobble it down soaking the rest of you in its sweet juicynesss .... i think the shyness here only adds to the tender loving sweetnes ... way good write i had to readf it twice to consume all of its essence
~teddybare~
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wow you create such beautiful imagery here. I love this. another great piece! well done x
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absolute brillant loved this from the plonk which made me smile to the sensuality that aroused your are a talent thersa and im proud to be your ap hubby . bravo my dear
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this is an excellent write. i loved the title as well.
my favorite lines were, "So now, my small hand swamped by the strength, the promise of yours!" those are lovely lines and so sweetly said.
this was very tender in its entirety!
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This is beautiful, sensuous, a lovely journey. I love the line- "Outside,the threatened rain storm
Plays a steady rhythm on our souls"
Just lovely
K
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Wow "T" this is just so moving and the imagery jumps off the page to give the reader a very close encounter with it all. . Feelings, passions, love, what more could one want from such an excellent piece...Way to go girl...Excellent...mal
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