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Month: November 2023

I sit and watch as she

I sit and watch

as she exhales clouds

of Turkish cigarette smoke

over Dior red lips.


I sit and watch

as she pulls up nylons

with embroidered welts

to suspender clips.


I sit and watch

as she ties her silk robe

with a smile for me wryly

at its fleeting use.


I sit and watch

as she opens the door

to a stranger invited

at an earlier seduction.


I sit and watch

as she moves to him

and lets foreign hands

explore her womanly body.


I sit and watch

as she turns to the wall

her breasts cupped firmly

legs moved apart.


I sit and watch

as she moans and reciprocates

while she’s held there

and used roughly.


I sit and watch

as she lays

prostrate on the bed

and her beau goes deeper.


I sit and watch

as her head turns

and looks into my eyes

and only mine.

Red and Black

The outline of her body

Displayed across the bed.


Like a blurred impressionist painting brought to life.


I’m a permitted voyeur

With un-admittable dreams that only she can soothe.


From the small of her back to the nape of her neck is smooth and warm like a sand dune.


In the presence of a woman.

I’m a man reduced to a boy.


Breathless by painted lips and catholic modesty.


Curled hair immaculate

Reaching down, over,

Over past perfumed neck and soft breast.

Round and ample


Stirring me, but: that face;

That unblemished Venus un-severe

I cannot compare.


Shining eyes half closed

In hushed repose, smokily

Watching me.


Every time I see her is like the first.

A discovery of a treasure thought lost.


Smiling at my breathlessness

She beckons me closer.


Consumed I approach trembling

This picture of beauty.

The mother of my child.

©2024 David Newton