Poem 56

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I enter the room,

A note on the table

‘Come into the bedroom”

I see a dim light,

Soft music plays

‘Killing me softly’

Your favourite

I enter

Your beauty more rare than ever

I stand in awe,

You recline into our bed

Your body

Draped in tulle

Feathers placed

Our eyes meet,

You smile,

“Pluck me darling?’

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14 Responses to Poem 56

  1. PookyH's avatar PookyH says:

    This made me both blush and chuckle 🙂

  2. Ooer Michael…Ooer 😉 saucy sausage

  3. LOL, that’s wonderful!!!! 🙂 🙂

  4. Georgia's avatar Bastet says:

    Oooooooo….that is warm!

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