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She liked to think,

Feel the words, the images

and patterns move through her mind.

Keep the body engaged

And set the mind free.

She worked, hot water, steam rising.

Glasses dripped rainbow bubbles.

Plates clattered through the china sink.

Cutlery shone silver,

sharp with light flashes.

Mind wanders…

Images of sepia light, of naked limbs.

Tasting lips tracing the contours

Of her neck, finding her mouth.

Breathless kisses, lip biting.

Rough hands grasping.

Pulling at her flesh.

Penetration, filling, thrusting,

Arching, moaning.


Saucepans needing extra attention

A quick wipe down of the surfaces.

On to the drying up…

© Juliette Turrell