Carol Ann Duffy, 'Warming her Pearls'

[tea_drinker77]

Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
bids me wear them, warm them, until evening
when I’ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
round her cool, white throat. All day think of her,

resting in the Yellow room, contemplating silk
or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself
whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering
each pearl. Slack on

Comments

[booksforfood]

That is sexy, wow.

[tea_drinker77]

It is sexy, although it now seems rather a superficial (though very clever) poem to me, but maybe that's what she was going for - after all, it's based on a scenario from pornography!