Two for Tea (Mature Content) revision of an earlier post :)

Odd morning this, we two, talking o'er the fence... our salt and pepper heads coming close together, laughing at some silly joke; and making no pretense, whatsoever... for window-curtain peepers or late-morning sleepers, who must arise, pick up the morning paper... now. Let them talk. What can they say? Of we two, who are gray...mature, with staid points of view... so they turn their eyes away, and with a smile I say to him... "Would you like to step inside today?" Odd morning, this...I think, as we sit across from one another, sipping fragrant tea. I've noticed that somehow, each time we've reached for Brown-Betty pot or shortbread cookie, hands have touched, meeting... with that... spark!?! Duet of nervous laughs, Two pairs of eyes look away, as if to say... odd morning, this; but somehow drawn, each of us, I think, to wondering how... …with orange-spices laced, a lingering kiss would taste? We stand at last, napkins laid aside, to clear the table, (tidy let us be...) but again... that brushing by... subtle touch of arms and thighs... quick indrawn breaths! Odd morning this, when two in sweat suits would conspire to recall...to recreate, remembered notions. Two minds move in unison, flexing exercised desire. Right now, the cups and saucers clatter as we drop them, we both turn as one... embracing... holding, seeming to agree, odd morning this. As lips press… then open... entangled in a kiss that jolts the china-laden table, shaking all that on white damask rests. Hands hungry-reaching, seeking... two heartbeats speeding to a moment of decision... then a sunbeam plays in wild abandon gilding you... that, which has appeared, staff of life! (Who needs bread?) With it's revealing… so appealing, 1-2-3… bends (still graceful!) …is my choice… all the while thinking in a still small voice, odd morning, this… that tea should turn to lover's kiss. Not to be outdone, you find entry, proverbial bull in closet… where best dishes yet are stored. And once again the china shakes, as your caressing tongue evokes a movement similar to something we both thought was retired, but at once… is desired... joined in thinking... reach for bliss, no cares, odd morning, this. Soft luxury of cranberry rug on boards of polished golden oak, centering in the midst of clothes abandoned... spilled tea dripping, as we slip into each other… like two hands made for holding, minds and hearts and bodies… molding shapes… as passion keeps unfolding, 'till all is wonder… steaming… then in brilliant sunlight’s streaming... while crazed dust motes dance, our smiles are beaming, as we rest… catch our breath… and in tasting one more kiss, it still is seeming, odd morning, this...have ye ever wondered now, why those of us who are 50ish and upwards in years, have come to appreciate the value of sharin' a nice cuppa tea with a friend? forgive me, but i am feelin' wicked tonight... :) AGAIN!!! Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 08:57 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8