A dreamers love poem


After Tea by M.A.Medding

In rain sodden Sunday
Afternoon tea rooms
We met in our love dreams
And remembered
The way that it could be 

Yet that was  before
We ended this loneliness
Then found our love nest
In Riverside hotels
At Goring on Thames

And I tenderly undressed you
Fumbling with silk blouse buttons
Like a school boy
longing for you to help me
In my awkward gentleness

Maybe I wasnt meant to be your lover
Except in dreams
But the gentle curve
Of your soft white breasts
Made a man of me

And I gloriously
Made love to you
In rain sodden
Goring on Thames 
After tea 

 





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Written on 2007-01-28 at 11:16

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is how I like my romantic readings,
neat, sweet, complete.
Nothing raw, nothing tawdry,
just the right ingredients to make me sigh.
2007-01-30


anna3
It is somehow so much moving and beautiful that it is hard to say something else ...for me
2007-01-29


Zachary P. B.
you remember the way it could be, but i think that is the way it should be. on sundays remeber to breathe, dear friend. i'm so entranced by this, bookmarked.

z.
2007-01-29


Kathy Lockhart
Dreams such as this are those from which one never wants to awake. Your romantic poetry causes a woman to sigh in hopes of a love like this.
2007-01-28



a lover in dreams or in reality, i'm sure any woman would be happy by your side...:) romantic until the end, michael
Lilly xxx
2007-01-28


kath
This is a text filled with the beauty of tenderness .. so soft and still all the sensuality life can bring lingers in these words of yours.. ...

awesome write... bookmarked for its sensitivity and beauty
2007-01-28



Hi mike, another truly romanticly written poem with all the ingredients, of care, tenderness, honour and sensuality, all rolled into a gorgeous write. I don't like the term of text applied to such a beautiful poem though! To me text is a short mispelt message from a phone...

Smiling at you,

Tai
2007-01-28