With Sincere Apologies to Arthur Rimbaud...

Then I felt my cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Ran round my neck...

And I said to you : "Find it !" bending my head
And we took a long time to find that creature
Which travels a lot...

You started to look through my strawberry blond hair...running your strong fingers through my locks of coppery gold...so gently.

I sighed and rested my head upon your warm broad chest so that you could search well. Then you lifted my tresses up into a messy pile on top of my head and bent down ever so close to inspect my neck. I could feel your warm moist exhalations on my soft pale skin and the brush of your delicious lips as you leaned in so very close to me.

When you could not detect the creature there, you moved to the bodice of my gown and unlaced it. Your large hands freed my full soft breasts from the fine linen fabric and you expertly inspected them with your eyes...lips...and tongue. You savored my nipples as if there were the sweetest of chocolate truffles even though they were in actuality, as hard, hot and rosy red as cinnamon drops.

Wanting to be thorough, you proceeded to slide me out of the exquisitely embroidered garment I had worn for our journey and you laid me back upon the soft blue velvet cushions of the little pink railway carriage and began to bestow upon my trembling flesh those mad kisses that you had promised. My small fingers curled into your hair as you planted those kisses and I could feel them growing into delicate and tentative tendrils of desire as you moved against me, matching the motion of the car as it glided silently through the moonlight winter night. The frigid glass windows started to sweat with a fog born from passion as I moaned underneath you and whispered sweetness into your ear.

And you continued the search with salacious gropings, through every hill and fold, spreading my legs and buttocks and exposing that elusive creature to the light of day....

(Again, with apologies for the hijacking and corruption of Rimbaud's Dreamed for Winter, In a railway carriage, October 7, 70:


In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.

You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...

And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...