This poem is in response to a drabble challenge set by Sharon. Consequently it has 100 words exactly and is designed to “warm you up”.

Nestling In

His sad, soft, gentle eyes

pierced her very soul

then he turned

and strode away from her

across the yard,

his bearing ever upright.               

Buttery soft shirt

barely veiled

his strong, sinewy arms,

lightly tanned by the sun.

Her gaze lowered.

Oh, those trousers.

Concealed everything,

and nothing.

The supple fabric,

 the colour of Lancer earth,

clung to him as he moved

with cat-like grace.

Hypnotizing.

Mesmerizing.

Energizing.

She felt a distinct warming

in her nether regions.

Dinner could wait.

She entered the empty house

and walked over to the chair

he had just vacated.

She nestled in.

Fliss B.