Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Oh, would you like at that?
Two beautiful birds at my desk,
One more beautiful than the other,
A firm chin, and a soft neck,
Was the flight here nice?
The joy of each other's presence,
As the place dances between the clouds,
I could only imagine,
Was the bus ride here nice?
Holding hands, making jokes,
Or just resting on each other's shoulders,
The way a relationship is meant to be held,
And look at you two, in front of me
This isn't your first time gallivanting together,
I wonder what's like, I only got to the shopping center,
And you get a kiss, how nice, tongue and cheek,
Sharing the same bed, the same blanket,
The same mood, the same needs,
I knew someone like that, when I was at a hotel,
Except she was just a ghost of a dream,
And her coldness reigned supreme.
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Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2026 10:18
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Clever word usage with double entendre (kiss tongue in cheek). Nicely done in metaphor as well.
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