Today’s prompts at Three Word Wednesday are
Decay~ Graceful ~Riot
We made love in the living room
lying in front of the fireplace on my
grandmother’s quilt The air smelled
of sweet decay, an aura surrounding us
of genteel ladies taking tea in another time
their legs pressed gracefully together
And I in this time
freely spread my legs akimbo
for you. A tribute to those genteel
ladies for whom such a
riot of decadent sexual freedom
was only a dream
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Wow, lots of power and emotion and feeling – and heat – in this one.
I believe I just joined in making love to you in my mind. Well written!
On a rug/quilt/floor/couch whatever lol this was very romantic
Stan, dreams do come true.
Thank you, Thom. Although this is fantasy, it was based on a particular feeling. You get it, as always.
Perfect response, Asleep, just perfect.
Thanks you, Melissa. Romance is important sometimes to enhance the sex, no?
I love the symbols and contrast between the generations. Erotic but also touching. I mean emotionally.
Really nice piece. Love the old-meets-new, breaking-with-tradition that freedom sings in your words. Thanks for sharing!
You set the scene very nicely here. “The air smelled of sweet decay” possibly does more for the ambience than any of the other details. I love how you appeal to the senses we often forget. 🙂
This is the perfect tribute for those older generations. It also reminds me of our sisters living *today,* in less accepting worlds. I can’t help but feel for them, but you touch upon a thought I love to entertain — that sex is, in many ways, perhaps the truest celebration of life. Great work!