seductive wakening
hoisted, arched
aching, holding
lifting, pulling
into me.
Cradled,
held up, swayed with
turned around, laughing
heaven, every morn.
~
Blogs that suck time
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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morning muscat
i can taste it now.
~
oh yeah
what else can the rest of us say
tiddle
toddle
we'll not coddle
any of those
who choose
to lose
out
on babbly,
gabbly, sappily fun.
like you just done.
~
hey, a poem i understood in just one reading! keep em coming Ov.
and yes, you are all very naughty.
fiddle
faddle
we'll not skedaddle
just for those
who can't...er..
banter
on
about giggly,
jiggly, wiggly such
this is too much
too much?
too hard
for my ears to settle upon.
i plead
and plunder,
yet all comes asunder
from one
lilting
glance.
~
geez
oh please
i'm happy to play
any day
but you may
be moaning
'cuz the juices are flowing
and who be a' knowin'
what i may text
next
me likey.
~
wait, opus wants to play, too...
now opus is being naughty too
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