A way you read
Aye such a speed
I’d like to eat your brain
Your face, your guile
Your loving smile
Singsong without refrain
Even though
You know this po’
You’re secret I remain
Where lovers greet
Upon white sheet
We’ll meet and mete again
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Author:
RickthePoetWarrior (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2022 01:20
- Comment from author about the poem: From my book Aural Gynecology for the Layman
- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
Very clever!
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