Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence

My Pleasure



Ah, er, this one’s for 18 or older please

The dawning of our illustrious affair,
We were introduced by a friend;
Began when I was without care,
My lonely nights would spend;
Dreaming of such pleasure
Previously provided by a boy;
To once again feel glorious thrill,
More times than I could measure,
All from such a simple toy
I secretly called my Dil

But now when I am at my home,
We rarely get to play,
Because I am no longer alone
When night time turns to day.
Our time together I must ponder;
Now you sit within a drawer,
A reminder of my single life;
With memories that grow fonder,
And stories that rival ancient lore
Since I’ve become another’s wife.

Inspired by Writing 201 Prompt: Drawer

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

18 thoughts on “My Pleasure

  1. I must be getting old, that shocked me. I like to be shocked occasionally. Great choice of object, and the poem flows nicely. Thank you for sharing, you naughty lady. .

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  2. Yeah, sorry about that. I wrote it with many reservations but decided that at my age, what the heck, I have nothing to lose. Besides, it got me through some tough times after my divorce from my first husband.

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  3. Don’t apologise. Most households have at least one, kicking around somewhere. And it’s a great escape from harsh reality when things are tough. I like openness and honesty. I write gut-wrenching stuff, and often have doubts about whether I should share it here. Your poem, on the other hand, made me smile. and I really appreciate that.

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  4. LOL! Great job!

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  5. LOL! Great job!

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  6. Haha, I was reading it going ‘she’s not talking about that is she? Oh..she is talking about that’ Good, we need some poems like this that don’t give a damn 😛

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  7. Bravo! Writing with such freedom openly, appreciating what kept you company.

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  8. Thank you. I am blown away with your gut wrenching stuff. Part of my bog down with the Fog assignment is that it is my gut wrenching poem and I am having a hard time giving birth. Dealing with pain through humor is my comfort zone.

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  9. I used to do that! If anyone hurt me ,I would write a humorous poem about their unkind behaviour or their shortcomings. Sometimes I’d show it to people, and go around with a sly smile on my face for the rest of the day. It really helped, but I don’t think it would worlk for me now I’ve hit the road (metaphoically speaking)
    Oh, the devices we employ for survival!

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  10. I don’t know if you remember the episode of Seinfeld that dealt with this subject – not the toy of pleasure but the pleasure itself. Everyone was stunned – unheard of talking about it on national tv -TABOO – This post reminded me of the same type of taboo – unheard of but everyone has heard of it! All I know is that when I got to end of the poem – I LMAO! Thanks for the laugh…

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  11. Thank you for taking the time to comment! I do not specifically remember that episode. I will have to try to find it. Seinfeld was a great series.


  12. I love your daring and reminiscent poem.

    I have not been keeping up with the poetry assignments. I am going to try to do today’s landscape poem tomorrow.

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  13. Aaah yes, I recall this one now, I was on the road and my stupid phone wouldn’t let me reply.

    You ARE a bit naughty aren’t you Crispy…

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  14. Not only that, I’m a liar. I haven’t given it up.

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  15. Of course you haven’t…why would you?

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  16. I’ve never been into poetry but after reading this I might take it up.

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  17. Thank you -my pleasure.


  18. hahaha – excellent 🙂 nicely written and very original topic.

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