Ms.:Sheba Kates, The Luckiest On Wall Street. Marrying Her, Now, Seems Bliss.
Bless Her Soul: She Considers Me A Friend.
Bound 2 Her By Obligations, Somehow, She Releases Me Through Friendship. Ain't That A Trip?
Slip Into My Life, A Sec: I Always Tend 2 Catch Her Gorgeously Enjoying The Decadence I'm So Used 2.
"Boo." She Calls Me, @ Times. Right Now. Right Now...Tells Me She Knows, Has Always Known How I Fell About Her Now: "Sheba."
"Sheba."
"Sheba Kates." Ms.:Sheba Kates.
-
Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2023 00:25
- Comment from author about the poem: How About A Utter Joy Of Our Workaday World, Good Public?
- Category: Love
- Views: 9
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.