Friday, July 24, 2009

His Lover

he looked at her beautiful face
he greeted her with a warm embrace
he had missed his lover so
his little angel with the vibrant glow
she had so much to show him
he wanted so much to know

he lay on the sofa and kicked off his shoes
she just sat and stared, she didn't move
he adored her so much, she was such a tease
but he knew how to turn her on with the greatest of ease
he held his love tool and counted to three
then he turned on his TV, and smiled with glee.


  1. Ah, TV?! Thought it was a special woman. I love this poem. Beautifully woven words.

  2. I love this poem. very insightful, and very cheeky the one thing a woman can't stand is to be ignored. lol!!