Warm, Cosy, Curvy- Sinful Sunday

Warm in fleecy fabric

Retaining, still, your smell.

And all this separation

Feels like a living Hell.

I would much rather be

Curled cosy in your arms

But circumstances intervened

So here, alas, we are.

A warm hand strokes my curvy bum,

To distract, and pass the time

Recalling mem’ries of your touch

Though this hand is, sadly, mine.

Happy Sinful Sunday to you all. I hope that you are staying safe and healthy, and still keeping your heads (and various other body parts) up during the seemingly endless and often lonely drudgery of life in a pandemic. ๐Ÿ˜˜

Sinful Sunday

22 thoughts on “Warm, Cosy, Curvy- Sinful Sunday

    1. Thank you, dearest Brad, and apologies for having missed your comment. I don’t know if this post disappeared into a black hole or something, but I have only just seen them just now ๐Ÿค” xx

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  1. Yes!! I wanted to take T-shirtโ€™s that smelled of him away with me but I didnโ€™t have enough room in my case. Wrapping myself up in his scent is a favourite of mine.

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    1. Scent is so powerful a trigger, isn’t it, for good and bad? It’s like a bee-line (lol, pun not intended, sub-Bee!) to our lizard brain or something!

      (I apologise for the late response to your comment. I have only just seen the comments on this post.)


  2. Fabulous view Jupie, captured from quite a provocative angle. I love your heartfelt verse too – I concur that separation must be tough in these times

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