Biscuit short poem

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I looked to take a biscuit from her mouth
Just a crumb, on her lip, a leftover
She didn’t even realise it was there

But she caught me smiling at her
Maybe I was not smiling, more smirking
Yes, that’s it, embarrassed at being found out

Looking at her, watching the flow of her skirt
The impression of her legs, her thighs below
The dark, the rise and fall of her breath

Time, it seemed, liked me
For it slowed down almost to a stop
It let me think, let my brain tick

I was able to turn my inappropriate leer
To a gentle, kind smile
A helpful, friendly neighbourly grin

I brought my finger to the corner of my mouth
Indicating that she do the same
And after a moment’s hesitation

She did, and she found the crumb
Which she lightly, fingertip only
Pushed to her tongue and licked her lips

And she smiled back at me, or smirked
Or leered, yes, a mischievous teasing grin
“I love you,” she said

I love you too, I replied
Then took another biscuit from the packet
And we ate that one too

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Keep On Keepin’ On

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Trevor Maynard (1963) was born in Southend-on-Sea, Essex, England. He is the editor of The Poetic Bond series including THE POETIC BOND, THE POETIC BOND II, THE POETIC BOND III and THE POETIC BOND IV. Trevor's new poetry collection KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON is now available. He read Theatre Studies and Dramatic Art at Royal Holloway College and has worked for ten years in the theater, writing, directing and producing. Trevor is married to Jo and has four kids, six grandchildren, as well as a cat. Other works include FOUR TRUTHS (2010), a collection of four one act plays, and two single plays, GLASS and FROM PILLOW TO POST.
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Its the little things that keep the love flowing1 I enjoyed reading your poem.

ammu sachariah

interesting poem. I liked it.

Savi Mani

lovely poem, love wonderfully explained, loved every bit of it yes love does not required to gift your beloved with costliest gifts or things like that…its the little love filled gestures which keep the spark glowing…..lovely poem…….very lovable…….