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Do you think of other women when we make love No, no, and definitely no I do Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you. Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep. Well I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Marys. What about her in Liverpool. Lets not go there again. Mary, three gardens down with the ***** Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself. Not even with they perv binoculars you use, I mean how would you feel if some guy was perving over me. He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert, how is she anyway. Probably on her back with the Air Corp. I would love to be in that flyby. Yeah, well you would know all about flying with my sister. I thought she was you. She’s got blond hair and big **** for Christsakes. I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains. Let me see, I’m with you. There you go, no need to answer that, why don’t I take you for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight, does it get any better than that. Twenty two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Bird Watching
Do you think of other women when we make love No, no, and definitely no I do Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you. Strange how you mentioned Mary in your sleep. Well I can hardly be responsible for my subconscious, plus I don’t know any Marys. What about her in Liverpool. Lets not go there again. Mary, three gardens down with the ***** Ah, that was a text alert from Jeff the bird watcher, something about a rare speckled breast, never saw it myself. Not even with they perv binoculars you use, I mean how would you feel if some guy was perving over me. He wouldn’t be, you’re not perv material. Now if it was your twin sister, then that’s a definite text alert, how is she anyway. Probably on her back with the Air Corp. I would love to be in that flyby. Yeah, well you would know all about flying with my sister. I thought she was you. She’s got blond hair and big **** for Christsakes. I thought you had a makeover. How did she get bigger **** than you anyway, did you get the brains. Let me see, I’m with you. There you go, no need to answer that, why don’t I take you for some retail therapy, followed by a candlelit dinner, and wait for it, the big game is on tonight, does it get any better than that. Twenty two guys kicking a ball, think I'll phone my sister, that flyby sounds more appealing now.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
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