Amazing how analogies pop up
Holding a beautiful red velvet rose
One you sent, I kissed the petals
Your foreskin came to mind
Just the same, soft and smooth
Now I'm all aroused and flustered
Couldn't get the thought out of my mind
I replaced the rose and continued cleaning
I imagined you coming up behind me
As you so often do, and I feel your hardness
Wish I hadn't touched that rose
I'm getting nowhere with these thoughts
I wonder if you can come over at lunchtime
I call the office, you're not there,left a message
Time to put you out of my mind for now
Wiping up the kitchen counters, oh hell
I pick up bananas, this is getting ridiculous
The phone rings, you'll be here for "lunch"
( hallelujah!;-)
etw-2006
Birgit and Roger
Janet
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Paul;-)
love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
xoxoxox
juicy poem!
Susan
(((Hugs And Love, JoAnne )))
Well, now...a different kind of write, but oh, so...juicy! Stimulating verse to read on the hottest April day ever in the DFW metroplex. Now I have another reason to take a cold shower...thanks. :) Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.