Bachelor’s Glory Days
By: Fee
White-washed rays of sunrays filter through the window grime
Painfully stab these tired old eyes that are running out of time
I try to free myself from last nights wrinkled, rumpled sheets
Rub knuckles into bleary eyes that seen too many late night defeats
The scent of stale perfume laced with scents of love’s juice spent
Lingers on stale smoky air as for a moment I wonder where she went
I stroke a pair of forsaken pantyhose with a run down the inside
They hang from the dresser mirror like they gave away their pride
Stagger blindly to the toilet to dribble out the last of last night’s beer
In the kitchen coffee brewed on the counter says that she was there
A number scribbled with a smiley face and name on a cereal box lid
I smile sitting there in my ragged boxer shorts like some love lost kid.
Sheila
Paul;-)
Love,
Susan
Christine
How time passes I bet you don’t miss
Your bleary eyes that seen too many late nights
Excellent write of memories of your bachelor glory days!
Peace Love and Hugssss…..Morning Star
Thanks for sharing.....why does men brag about their "score" cards...but not girls...just wondering??
Love Tinka
Lucky guy, though. At least she left yer her number.
Great write, Fee.
Love,
Becca~
Georg
Allen
Take care,
Sherry
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Absolutely captivating...absolutely beautiful...you sly ole fox, you! Well done! Good on ya, mate!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
I can just picture you looking out the window as you watch her sneak away with the look of pride in your face at the successful night of lust from the night before.
Ahhhh the past memories, such a joy to have cuz.
Love ya face Cuz XOXO, Rose