Sumptuous

by Franklin Harden   Jan 29, 2013


Sumptuous

A touch of finger tips across white linen
as red wine is served
in tall stems sets the moment,
searching eyes meeting, communicating
things to come.

A perfect bouquet from glasses
held over polished plates of rare
delights hardly touched as the intimate
two talk and find reason to slip a morsel
or two on the other's plate.

After polite adieus with the genial
staff, the pair wanders slowly
to the elevator that lifts them
and their spirits in anticipation
of slow love in the glow of darkness.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    this is amazing. The imagery and 'just beneath' the surface excitement is tangible. Your efficient choice of words create a 'sumptuous' meal, in equally 'sumptuous' surroundings, with a 'sumptuous' date; finished off with the reader only imagining the night of 'sumptuous' love making ahead.

    Wonderful writing. You leave this reader able to fill the gaps just by mere suggestion.

    I look forward and hope to read more from you.

    Take care,

    Michael

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