A Key Moment by John D Robinson



At the time I was occupied
with kissing the insides of
a woman’s thighs
when a key entered my door,
turn, click and open;
I quickly moved out between
the legs of my woman and
looked up into the face of a
previous lover;
‘I came to return your keys’
she said looking at the
smiling woman sprawled
across my bed
‘Yeah, thanks’ I said taking
the keys and the woman on
the bed started giggling and
the door slammed closed
and we were alone again,
I moved across the bed and
before returning to the
insides of my beautiful
woman’s thighs, I dropped the
keys into her hand-bag sitting
on the floor beside the bed.

C_UsersJohnPicturesJohn-D-RJohn D Robinson was born in 63 in the UK; his poems have appeared widely in the small press and online literary journals including; Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Hobo Camp Review; Rats Ass Review; Down In The Dirt; Yellow Mama; Outsider Poetry; Chicago Record; Horror Sleaze and Trash; BoySlut; In Between Hangovers; He is a contributing poet to the 2016, 48th Street Press Broadside Series.

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