Cardigan – An Erotic Poem (ummm, sort of…)

Cardigan

Cardigan, complicit,
we turn him on. He
won’t admit it. But
we know. A slow

sleeve slides hairs
up on his arm as we
pass. Buttoned up
or shrugged undoing

from a warm shoulder.
Cardigan, deceptive
one – demurely fitted,
loose-knitted allure.

No body quite pulls
the lambswool over
his eyes like we do.
Comfort’s purest

purr to unravel his
best intentions, the
things too blushy to
mention. We let in

his hands to explore
unseen, between you
and all of me waiting
for him underneath.

38 responses to “Cardigan – An Erotic Poem (ummm, sort of…)

  1. Ha! who would’ve k thought :)

  2. Dare I risk another Val Doonican comment? No, probably not …

    I can almost feel your smirk as you wrote this Holly, another goodie :)

  3. I’ll go sit on the naughty stair :(

  4. How very dare you! heh-heh x

  5. brill as ever , could this be a two piece or a twin set??

  6. Great write, Holly! I especially loved this stanza:

    “purr to unravel his
    best intentions, the
    things too blushy to
    mention. We let in”

    Lusciously inviting!! :)

  7. Loved it – no mention of those big old leather buttons though! you know where you are with a sturdy button.

  8. Oh, excellent! What a wonderfully fresh viewpoint. “…demurely fitted, loose knitted allure…” Love it!

  9. Hope you won’t mind or sigh in despair or blacklist me… because this is supposed to be a celebration rather than an additional burden on you. I’ve nominated you for a Sunshine Award, because your poems always make me smile (or cry).
    http://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.com/2012/05/05/here-comes-the-sun-shine-award/

  10. Wonderful and sexy, in a “warm” way! Love the lines below, but all are great, Holly! :)

    Comfort’s purest
    purr to unravel his
    best intentions, the
    things too blushy to
    mention.

  11. Gorgeous! And cardigans are SO alluring.

  12. Hi lady, glad to be here … i knew Rose had something to do with you falling into IAMNOTSHE. hope to catch up with you, and learn your “stuff”.

  13. Ah, well, I s’posed I’m relegated to the Val Doonican of comments … again … but hey! wasn’t the Irish man most popular in his day with his cardigan? Yes, ie YES he was :) rofl … an excellent poem by an excellent poet to be sure, to be sure.

  14. no sort of to this one…being met at the door in a cardigan is a treat indeed…smiles…might have to print this one and leave it laying around to be found….

  15. I remember visiting my brother one time years ago, and we were getting ready to hit the town. He threw me this cardigaan and said, “Where this.” I laughed and said, “Not in your wildest dreams, bro.” He talked me into it. I was so glad he did!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/black-bottom-biscuits/

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