She loved him

She loved him-

Nadine assumed the position she loved the most, cuddled-up around old’ Bill. Her arms shaped around his barrel of a stomach, his ‘ wonderful, cuddle hump’ that secured her. Her head gentle against his chest, the warmth and security filled her up. She loved him, the way a lonely soul loves a families fireplace in winter. He knew when the whites of her knuckles signified a childhood  memory had resurfaced, he’d then kiss her cheek or eyebrow, giving her a small ‘there, there’ shake.  She loved him, he was her peace, his old style wisdom evened out the high’s and low’s . In  bed the warmth of his body soaked through her, with great pleasure she’d rub her finger in small circles transferring  sweat from one to the other, sharing as she always needed to. Old’ Bill would laugh at those little actions at times, though not in any cruel way, he’d kiss her and stroke her hair. Before she’d cover herself in the blanket of his flesh and he’d stretch one arm across her shoulder, the other on the small of her back, like a loving truss that eased her into the next day.        

One Summers Day...

One summer's day ... that's when it all began, can you remember. I'll let you into a little secret; i had kinda planned it, see i knew that little alcove was there all along, when I squeezed you in there. Boy, that wouldn’t have happened even six months ago, it took me so long to rid you of that home-county prudishness, that oh-so Englishness.
 Remember when we started doing the weekends to those heritage places, and i got you wearing easy access skirts. At first it took a while to talk you into not wearing underwear, i was trying to free you up, i knew you wanted me to do that, i seen the expectancy in your eyes and the red flush on your cheeks. It was so different from the way you were brought up, don't think you ever had any meat in your sandwich till you met me, i got the feeling it was always cucumber and dill with your lot. Anyways remember the musty smell of the corridor where i took your underwear off and you giggled, it was one of the first time you didn't put up a pretend fight. You felt me against you, and you did everything i whispered, remember your quick glance around before you took my erection and helped it slip inside you, how i came inside you. 
Remember how you loved walking around afterwards with some dripping down your bare legs as the guide talked about this being the queens chamber and look there were no doors back in those days. Your afterglow radiated every room we went in. Maybe you knew then that you were carrying the seed of our first born, what a way to conceive eh, can you remember, he's in school at the moment, Henry, he's got his own little peg with his name on it. 
Can you remember, is it swirling around in your head, like my voice, can you recognise my voice, you know it’s me, your husband ... I’m holding your hand, your fingertips are in the palm of my hand I’m the one speaking, hello, remember, it’s me ... can you hear my voice?

That smell reminds me of ...

That smell reminds me of ... you, wearing that dress i got you from Zara in Covent Garden, the one with the roses printed on it. Rich red fully flowered roses against a white satin background. It suited you when we went out at night, to the Opera or theater.
Your long black hair and blue eyes and translucent skin just suited it so much. I loved you in it, I’d sit and watch you put it on, always stockings i didn't like tights when we went out at night, there things you wear during the day in formal work places, stockings are for the private life.
That sensual seductive side we all need and cherish, grown up and womanly. Black, obviously, can't wear anything other than black, i mean red stockings yeh maybe but really they look so whorey something an Asian businessman would want his tall blonde call girl to wear. Black and shear, loved the feel it gave you, that sense on your face when you rolled them up your legs then hooked them into place, black lace panties and bra, half cupped. You really suited that dress; I’ll keep it, in the wardrobe, forever.