The missus brings me high test coffee...

rew4er2nail

A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021

at Highland Manor apartments

picturesque snow covered landscape

safely ensconced within Unit B44,

we (yours truly and wife)

occupy bedroom and

television room respectively

comfortably numb and toasty warm

at sixty degrees Fahrenheit

courtesy climate controlled environment.

 

I practice crafting poetry

(seeking posthumous fame)

while the spouse busies herself

channel surfing putting

down remote control

after espying satisfactory movie
(Fatal Attractions),

about which she knows
every single detail,

and can rattle offer personal tidbits

about cast of actors and actresses.

 

Aforementioned regular routine

predictable until

onset rites of spring,

where warm weather perfect balm
to allow, enable and provide

antidote to existential woes

coping with being quarantined,

though sensing optimism

regarding president Joe Biden
green lighting living social pursuits

possibly revisiting

following favorite pastime.

 

Recalling contra dancing
as palliative against bashfulness

life as high school wallflower served me

without any budding female friendships

until lo… agent tulle nudge, yes

my mother over mollycoddled

then uprooted me

mein kampf familiar

bedrock level road terrain,

which venue offered groundswell

 

to blossom forth into

golden sterling resplendent rod

of natural equipoise,

(an unbiased opinion) and balance

with freestyle improvisational swinging motions

unchained from moors of formality

lit figurative saint elmo’s

Sesame Street Big Bird

winging fiery dance

allowing, enabling and

 

providing shy awkward self

during his young adulthood

to cast away four ever

self embroidered handsome

straight as an arrow

naturally high as a kite young guy

buzzfeeding like yellow jacket

liberating spontaneity

that je ne sais quoi joie vivre

clamoring headlong toward pollination

healthy packing heat overflowing

 

testosterone bin laden well nigh

erupting pistol (stay man)
toward opposite gender,

whereby bravado donned as key

to hoe field of whet dreams

fostering initial albeit late blooming

roll in the hay hormonally

rooted rutting squeal!

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2021 20:31
  • Category: Erotic
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    fun read, really enjoy how your write's just plunge-in shoes first, and we readers are left dog paddling your inked rivers of insightful musings lol
    'testosterone
    bin laden well nigh
    erupting pistol
    (stay man)'



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