She expertly fits
A balloon.
Sits. Wriggles hips.
And soon
His fun
Is done.
She is his confessional
And as a professional
Listens for a while.
Then, with a smile,
“Darling that was fun.
Now I must run”.
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Makes sence, in every direction. 😉 xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you like my poem. Kevin
Hi Kevin, this poem is spot on. Well done.
Thank you, Robbie. Best wishes. Kevin
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Thanks for commenting, Ron