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Theme: Society


Mother’s best friend, a shapely woman with a sexy smile.
I was fifteen, went to her house with a message -
something about a wedding where mother was cooking -
and she seduced me....Can’t remember it clearly, only that
I was trembling at the sight of her nudeness.

She did the rest, the ecstasy and the enormous newness
of pleasure was like a dream come true....we made love
and I died every time in her ravenous encirclement.

When I left her house, I was a person bewitched but had
the sense to worry what mother would say for me being so
late, but I told her, I had met some friends and we had
gone down to the park feeding the ducks and talking to
the girls....Next time I saw her, I went beetroot, not sure
if I had had a dream, but when mother went into the kitchen
to make coffee, she told me to come back to her house in
the evening....and I did. But someone spoke, when mother
knew, she called her a whore and never spoke to her again.

Yet my loins craved for her, I was a burning flame and we met in
fields and woods....till I had to go to sea as a galley boy.

When I saw her again, she was quite old, perhaps forty five,
and the flame of love had died.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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Comments on this Poem

Comment poesy spiced with truth i think

04-Jul-2012 06:41 AM

Comment Jan Oscar Hansen, one of my favourites is Jan Oscar Hansen, the seduced! Should we or should we not? Whore she was really? Should it add or reduce the stature! Or, should we take as just poesy!

Sharbaaniranjan Kundu
04-Jul-2012 05:21 AM

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