Mistaken Bed
The woman looked down at the face of the perplexed man between her thighs and realized he was, in fact, a stranger; that she had wandered into the wrong bed. She became aware of her nakedness, took the sheet, previously tossed to the side, and wrapped herself tightly. The gentleman being a gentleman, averted his eyes and remained silent. Frantically she searched crevasses of her mind for etiquette advice pertaining to such binds. Coming up empty, she leant forward kissed the stranger once on each eye, once on the forehead and whispered “thank you,I have to go now”, before unceremoniously sliding off the bed and hopping backwards through the bedroom door.
If only she could remember where she left her clothes.
Mistaken Bed
Mistaken Bed
Last edited by Cate on Tue Mar 25, 2008 5:36 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: Mistaken Bed
Hi cate.this is not a poem
but i could see me being there
watching..................or??
can you tell me whats going on ???
did youy leave your clothes in his car ???
but i could see me being there
watching..................or??
can you tell me whats going on ???
did youy leave your clothes in his car ???
love is not forgotten......
Re: Mistaken Bed
I jest but................. tell me more................??
love is not forgotten......
Re: Mistaken Bed
Nope sorry – My attempt at pose wasn’t even about fucking – well not exactly. It’s about exposing yourself completely to someone – sharing secrets that type of thing and then realizing that you may have got it all wrong.jimbo wrote: can you tell me whats going on ???
did youy leave your clothes in his car ???
This was originally a poem but someone told me it sounded posey so I took out the line breaks.
Re: Mistaken Bed
That's O.K.leant forward kissed the stranger once on each eye, once on the forehead and whispered “thank you,

...Leonard Cohen.( http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Leonar ... -Song.html )I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
...You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLq7Aqd_H7g )
Matj
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
Re: Mistaken Bed
Fascinating.Cate wrote:Mistaken Bed
Frantically she searched crevasses
