The Stair

A bit of poetry for you.

THE STAIR

“I trust your intentions are true” she said, 

As she climbed at the top of the stair.

“Of course,” I replied “My heart is pure”

Yet beguiled by her presence, so demure

My countenance smiling to reassure

Base feelings lay hidden with care.

“How nice to receive you again” she said,

As she climbed to the top of the stair.

And, as before, to the click of the clock

Her figure ahead I began to take stock

And catching my eye, legs under her frock

Where stockings once were, now were bare.

“You’ve kept me waiting too long!” she cried,

As she rushed to the top of the stair.

Ascending the planks with a feverish speed,

Our bodies propelled through our urgent need 

To mingle and fall, inhibitions freed 

By a mutual passion to share.

“Alas - he has returned!”  she wailed,

As she clung to the top of the stair.

Dumfounded I gaze up into her face,

Tear-stained, confused yet still full of grace

Her spouse now returned to inhabit the space

We conducted our little affair.

“I’ve had such a lovely time” she said

Smiling down from the top of the stair.

And I turn one last time to face the front door

I’d become to know so well but no more

Would I see it or she that I’d come to adore

My body now ached with despair.


© 2012 Lance Eggleton