Three o’clock in the morning-
Dusk drinks his decaf.
The gentle touch of her hand,
Orchi counts syllables.
She cuddles my back,
Dave looks for tucker.
Fidgets my chest hairs,
L.B. scribbles on a pad.
Turning in surrender
Fay polishes a verse.
Seduction complete.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2021 09:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 42
Comments7
I never knew there was so much in poetry. Well, I know now! lol. Good write Jerry. Yes, I count syllables to get to sleep, not sheep!
OMG! Me too. It occurred to me the five hour time difference between us what I am doing you would have already done and vice-versa.
Ha ha - - well not quite three of the clock for me dear Jerry but love the commotion caused by us poets as seductive morning breaks again.
Thanks, Fay. Was toying in my mind with the five hour time difference between us.
this is so bloomin good .. made me chuckle too ............
Thanks, Neville.
All I can say is: Great!
Thanks, Fred.
Good fun write Jerry.
Andy
Utter filth of course. More please.
Bloomin good fun.
Thanks, Dusk it was fun to do.😁
Should be framed and given pride of place in the MPS hall of fame....or should that be infamy?
Definitely got the tucker bit right....
Thanks, Dave you used the word once in a description.
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