- Erotic Poetry
- Dear
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Taking a moment
in time, out of my time, of our time
I pause during work
reflecting on my thoughts
that have not been working
anyway
Should I, shall I, could I
call you thee?
Thy hair, thy smile
thy colour-of-hazelnut brown eyes
But thou art not thee,
not just thee.
You are also you.
Your wit, your Voice,
your modern-meets-classic, strong,
spank-your-little-girl Womanhood.
Should I, shall I, could I
call you?
Work taps its' fingers
impatiently
and my thoughts are torn
from you and thee
from your class, thine ass.
I push deadline
away
just a moment more.
Just to tear out a clean page,
frame these thoughts
that have been
not working
anyway:
Know - you are always here.
Love,
me.
