I long
For something beyond
Her nakedness,
For she must dress
And slip away
At break of day.
But I should stress,
That ’twas fun, nonetheless.
I long
For something beyond
Her nakedness,
For she must dress
And slip away
At break of day.
But I should stress,
That ’twas fun, nonetheless.
A great poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.
A good solid one here. The body doesn’t allure for long, it often is the laughter the love and concearn that shines longest. Xx
Thank you for commenting Ellen. I’m pleased you like my poem. And I agree with what you say.
Best, wishes, Kevin Virus-free. http://www.avast.com