Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on March 14, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The feather feels so teasing on her thighs
She strains to find another, firmer touch
Her senses sharp beyond her blindfold eyes
His mastery of her could be too much

Her nipple peaked by unexpected cold
His heated lips concealed the melting ice
While feathers find each waiting hidden fold
How can unending torture seem so nice

She’d left a card for him to find  tonight
Proclaiming that his gift was on the bed
She’d given him her freedom and her sight
And knew she’d find reward inside her head

Before they sleep she whispers in his ear
I wish you had ten birthdays every year!