Tempered Tryst
Seated wearing only anticipation at her vanity, she saw his outline in the doorway
His mind was refreshed and flesh cleansed from showering away that hectic day
Atomizer compressed with ease
Evelina senses the tease
Ribbon of Samsara against hip and breast
Aria of the little sparrow muses on Victrola nearby, as needle in groove reaches conquest
Alistair nodded his head in ode to approve
Her cheeks beamed, both above and below
Alistair makes a sly move, as she knows he has nothing to prove
Solo violinist with the London Philharmonic he was
Hands of this craftsman made being touched by him a must
Evelina motioned left hand upon his on her shoulder
She asked, “Will we be late if we hesitate?”
He answered with a kiss to her hand, “Timing’s perfect, because I’m the star of that band”.
Body soft and hair of raven’s feather, she stood up from that red velvet chair
Nimble fingers of his danced on skin so fair
Evelina’s arms listlessly hung around his neck
If he was the star performer, she would be giving him the best he could get
Her legs curled around his robed body
She knew him being nude wouldn’t be tardy
Robe fell to the floor as he desired to have her more and more and more
Beneath Tiffany lamplight, came a bold entanglement of might
Thrusting…accepting….mutua
Gold-threaded bedding met disarray with every muscle they moved
Chimes from the Cathedral blocks away clanged half a dozen times
Evelina was the meringue to his lemon, as she rested atop of Alistair with ease
This was a comfort each had with one another
Another squeeze of atomizer freshened this flourished rose for their departure
Stage door was where they kissed once more
On the marquee were upcoming artists for both their eyes to see
Not Jagger, nor Plant, or even Bowie was he
But, boy oh boy, Alistair filled Evelina with girlish excitement
“But, you don’t play rock”, Evelina commented
Alistair played coy, “Uh-uh, baby…I play Bach”
Stage door closed and she took her seat in row three
Primary strains of Bach began, as the curtain rose and lights dimmed
For a certain woman who smiled, her heart was filled with glee
Evellina and Alistair encountered a tempered tryst in London’s East End in flat number three
- A.H. Scott
9/1/14
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