she lent over the bed rail,
wooden and put together by her husband.
without the book she recited the tale,
word perfect and rehearsed and she quickened
with the story, picking up the pace
to the bit where she placed her engagement ring upon my face,
the nose to be precise, and it smelt
of every perfume kiosk in every shopping hall and mall.
the ***** cat said to the owl, in the sequel to the story-
and for another bedtime completely-
'you're the cherry on the tree, un-pick-able
by hand or bird, stay with me please,
I heard marriage doesn't last forever'
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
she lent over the bed rail,
wooden and put together by her husband.
without the book she recited the tale,
word perfect and rehearsed and she quickened
with the story, picking up the pace
to the bit where she placed her engagement ring upon my face,
the nose to be precise, and it smelt
of every perfume kiosk in every shopping hall and mall.
the ***** cat said to the owl, in the sequel to the story-
and for another bedtime completely-
'you're the cherry on the tree, un-pick-able
by hand or bird, stay with me please,
I heard marriage doesn't last forever'
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