(book # 7) : Sheila And Clifford: Getting Better Acquainted....[first Winter; Sheila Tells Parents; No Proposal, Yet! ; Sex Preferences] Poem by Bri Edwards

(book # 7) : Sheila And Clifford: Getting Better Acquainted....[first Winter; Sheila Tells Parents; No Proposal, Yet! ; Sex Preferences]

Rating: 5.0


Chapter 33

[Clifford speaks]:
That winter was one I‘ll never forget. My mind was set.
My life did not stop because I'd met Sheila ….; yet …..
I spent many a long hour thinking of her,50 miles away
and many weekends engaging in conversation and play ………..(with her) .

We had our own lives, our jobs, and pastimes.
Most days we spoke by phone at least briefly. I wrote more rhymes.
I worked more on my book, and filled up my birdfeeders.
Sheila fought traffic to visit me, despite drunks and speeders.

Slowly she started to tell her parents about her Darien guy.
She seemed reluctant to have me meet them; did she think me shy?
Actually I looked forward to meeting them and brother Fred.
I lived far from relatives, and, of course, my parents were dead.

[Sheila speaks]:
Maybe it was really me who was 'shy'? I can't quite explain.
Maybe I wanted a ring on my finger first? Call me insane.
My parents were nice people; maybe not as 'high class' like Cliff's.
I really wasn't embarrassed by Fred, though he and I had had our tiffs.

Perhaps I didn't want Fred to get attached to my man,
just in case the relationship ended, as I know such things can.
I'd been protective of Fred ever since I'd learned how to be.
I didn't want Fred to be sad if Cliff quit loving me.

As you can see, my mind was not working quite right.
I guess, even though Cliff and I got along so well, I still was a 'bit' uptight!
Besides, I liked the drive to Darien and playing like we WERE married.
It seemed nicer having Cliff to myself, acting as though MY family was buried.

[Cliff speaks, again]:
One long holiday weekend Sheila asked me, finally, about my book.
[I'd had published one international-kidnapping mystery with some success.
In literary magazines I'd had a few poems, at which few would look.]
Now I was writing a novel about birdwatching, with humor and intrigue, no less.

Sheila seemed to be interested, at least some, in my writing.
At least she smiled and didn't frown or say words, biting.
She asked if I had a copy (of published book) she could read.
I gave her one and she read, but not with any great speed.

I pointed out the poems in magazines in my little den.
She read one right away and laughed; the others later but I don't know when.
She wondered if I would be a character in my new book,
to which I replied, 'when it's published, why don't you take a look'.

[Sheila speaks, again]:
It had been late November when I met my Clifford (long ago) .
I kept waiting for him to 'pop the question', but he was kind of slow.
But NOT slow with everything; not slow at all getting started in his bed.
It was like my smile was a green light for sex, certainly well-read.

It's not like I didn't enjoy it, though sometimes I liked a quickie.
BUT I was afraid to set a time limit for him, thinking the talk might get 'sticky'.
By sticky I don't refer to come and sweat; I mean 'complicated'.
That's why I waited till March. Later I wished I hadn't waited.

Chapter 34

In March, after one particularly long, laborious f++k fest,
I crossed my fingers and blurted out 'Cliff, sometimes for me a quickie is best.'
He was coming out of the shower, and I didn't know what he'd do.
I was a bit shocked but overjoyed to hear him say 'Sheila, my God! ME too! '

After that, we were more careful to communicate our desires.
We sometimes still took our time, but most times a quickie quenched our fires.
He found out I preferred his fingers to his tongue, down between my thighs.
I found out that me talking like a teenager speeded him up. Really no surprise.


[TO BE CONTINUED IN '(BOOK # 8. Sheila And Clifford. A Modest Proposal.']

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
MY CONTINUING story of Sheila Gold and Clifford Sexton, two single (for now) americans in love, has been submitted in 'Books' on PH, each 'book' listed as a poem on my site.

the next book will be '(BOOK # 8) : Sheila And Clifford: A Modest Proposal'. it will contain one chapter, #35.
stay tuned! bri :)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 03 May 2017

The saga continues....with the element of free flowing communication now established, I am looking forward to seeing how this couple negotiates away obstacles to true, lasting love.....

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Tom Billsborough 03 August 2016

Trying to figure out the comment below, Bri. hope you can translate it. Beggared if I can. When will he pop the question? Or does this distance thing suit them both? It's a big step and it sounds kinda fun at the moment.

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Xelam Kan™ 09 February 2015

I don't think so it sounds sweet... hello old man write the last book first, we can't wait that long. I m sure you're reading Or have read an epistolatry Novel, aren't you?

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