Monday, January 6, 2014

Love, Thanks, and Goodbye and Other Bad Poetry


He kisses her nose
She closes her eyes
He pulls out a mask
She dons the disguise

He kisses her lips
And puts his hand on her breast
Giggling like a school girl
Surely he jests

Rubs his hand along her body
Relaxing with ease
Still a bit anxious
Yet still very pleased

He kisses her neck
And her ears one by one
Fumbling with buttons
Becoming undone

Once strangers, now lovers
Just one touch more
Begging for caresses
Before he walks out the door

He bids her good morning
And bids her good night
Yes ma'aming and no ma'aming
Till he nibbles and bites

She reads the morning paper
And watches the nightly news
Wishing she could be his wife
And walk in Madeline's shoes 

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